A cold noise echoes in my body
The spine of my finger carries a drop of water, carelessly I drop it
My thighs are disconnected from my hips
The sweet noise in my ears carries me into euphoria
I’m made of paper, recycle me, torch me, make me into origami
Water, water, water, I need some fucking water
I’m burning into a candle wax
Awhh, there we go, I’m now a paper mache
My brain is jelled, moist, scrambled, fat scraps of me on top of me
I’ll wait here, nobody to fix me
I will decompose on this bed
I wonder if the worms will eat me?
Or maybe my mom could turn me into a smoothie and feed me to the sea
I’m not dying, these are only fantasies