Boney Falls

Love me
When the Xanax has hit your tongue
Let veils of benzos and whiskey shield
Your stomach from cannibalistic tendencies
Protect the wicker basket of organs swinging inside
From the bump of your heart beating frantic
In the night

It’s ok to spark fires for the sake of burning
Holes through fabric and flesh
We all have to let the light in somehow

Sober or intoxicated
Relinquish the albatross from your chest
Shorten distances betwixt
Defects
Your lungs are punctured and mine
Are still working and I
Will breathe for you
If you let me,
Sober or intoxicated,
Perforated or perfect
I want to see the whole of you

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Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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