It’s pandemonium in between my ribs, a chaotic friction of lungs sparking against one another as the words I dream of telling you push against my skin.
We’re broken transmissions stuck in between gears, no way to reverse down this bumpy road, coordinates lost between frantic breaths.
I’m watching the tide smash against the rocks, wondering what it’s like to be the lightning spreading down your curved spine.
K.M. classified documents of conversations we’ve never had