slipcast-chrysalism

1. he’ll say that i’m his favourite nightmare i know it all too well, the gasps between breaths and the choking that comes with breathing. i know white light in waiting rooms and i know boys like him, asleep always asleep. 2. sunset flickers over his face and his hollow eyes his card-castle body curls into itself, his hands are an empire of shivering and trembling and there are shadows the colour of midnight running down his eyes. he is the damaged good that was declared redundant at customs and i love using pretty words to cloak the broken and make them aesthetic masterpieces. 3. daydreamer, he sits in terraces with shoelace to