my body is a holding cell for evidence. the world crawled up my back and whispered into my ear something unintelligible.

i thought about you.
yes.
you.
in between the walls of dead and alive, as a black sun spit color onto the earth.
you slid in a crack in your door, into my blood, spreading and opening each drop, anastamosing and drinking in oxygen and life.
you.
in the sun. intrinsic in eternity.