Why

Curled with my tongue tied in a familiar way Snakes are crawling up our legs I can’t ignore it anymore Comfort is nothingness Is the kettle hot? You press my hands against it to see I’ve done nothing wrong Am I boiling over? Touch to find out Mothers bag locs of blonde hair I had just started to dream again. Only for the shivers to turn to sweat With your love out only flesh and a strange scent connect us now Didn’t write this with the thoughts to share but I kinda like it Was written on a really sad night. Everything is very hard and that’s just where i’m at for the time.