i am jealous of the mist that hangs above the road
makes me dream of being steam rising off of you
would you blame me if i chased away tears with my tongue
or wormed myself
beneath occipital bones
i want to rip out your scar tissue with my teeth, see you as bare as i beg you to be
i do not mean to run so hot
i cannot tell if i am evaporating off of you or if you’re dissolving against me
frothing and aerating until you’re gone
dissipating and exsiccating until i am yours
i am afraid of drowning, i keep letting go
it is not you
i just can’t find a way to tell you
if you pull me under with you, i will not surface
i am going to drown, you are going to take me with you,
i am going to boil alive,
you are going to crash
into land
