death in the afternoon: june

(this bed three weeks ago was training ground. was practice and positivity, petri dish of bacterium breeding and brimming, was hopeful hands and nails against skin, light trickling down your spine, it stays the same, the only constant is the sun beam. your body is a heatwave and i press mine against the wintered down walls searching for the tundra)

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