Detached, nihilistic words<\/p>\n
Burned fingertips,
\nfading, faded
\ncoastline paradoxes etched in your hands,
\nsinged away, like burning paper<\/p>\n
The fat, the secrets of the heart
\n (350 grams)
\nCollapsed, now ashen<\/p>\n
The silent neurons you waded through
\n (1300 grams)
\nYou are love and laughter.<\/p>\n
Be still. Please understand.
\nThere’s a tube in your voice.
\n Later.
\n later.
\nYou must be silent. No words.<\/p>\n
But now you’re gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Detached, nihilistic words Burned fingertips, fading, faded coastline paradoxes etched in your hands, singed away, like burning paper The fat, the secrets of the heart (350 grams) Collapsed, now ashen The silent neurons you waded through (1300 grams) You are love and laughter. Be still. Please understand. There’s a tube in your voice. Later. later.…<\/span><\/p>\n