Testo Horse girl These Arms Are Snakes

Horse girl

Never mind the marrow of the program.
The bone was meant to be viewed from a distance.
And if I bite my cheeks long enough I figure I could eat right through the skin.
So breathe slow and gnaw on.
And while you suck on your pills for your composure.
It's like a light just burned out in your head.
Then while it nests in your vertebrae I'm like an epidermalharvesting.
So breathe slow then stop.
I'll take you in again.
Your breathing pattern is key to this therapy.
Then find your favorite vein and watch for the pulse.
Yes, there it is now.
Begin.
Treat it like a push pin.
Push it till it gets in.
Rue for skin.
Tile for eyes.
Deep black gums changing you from the inside.
You buried yourself into your hands.
It takes it all away.
May myself be caught in this?
I can always look to the sky.
Pronounce the words softly and then breathe slow.
Breathe slow.
It's just another way I'm going to have to carry you.
On a sling, on a leash.
It's got you in one.
It's got you in four.
So belittled you're almost gone.
It takes this first spark to make it through the night.
It takes all night just to get it right.
It's right now.