Status: something short to keep creative

Poison Oak


She's scratching at her arms, these little bugs have taken over the small apartment space and even though it's getting hot out she still looks beautiful. Her hair hangs in tangled, messy chunks dampened with sweat, glistening in the molten sunlight pooling in from the cracked, cloudy windowpane. A song starts up somewhere inside of my heart as my eyes try to preserve her, keep her locked away forever beneath my burning corneas. I want to help but I don't know how, she just smiles and tells me not to worry, she'll be fine. We'll be fine. Suddenly it feels as if a flock of birds has taken up underneath my ribcage and I am floating, floating, floating away with her words. I'm with her. She is with me. Something catches in my throat and I wonder what she would say if I told her I can taste infinity on my lips whenever I breathe her name.
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i have no idea