Saruwatari-Itoe

I drink morphine like peach tea; down 6 pills by morning just to keep my mind filled up with nothing. & I know I can go days without speaking a word but- I want a moon shy girl with wolves at her back, bite mark ankles & a bottle of writer’s tears tucked under one arm. I want to be end of the war kisses bruised into her hipbones; the epilogue written over her tiger-striped skin. With these wisteria limbs February cold, & these weak lungs exhaling coralline whispers, I’ve got a tongue for words but still have no idea how to love a universe girl.