Shelbyland blog

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…

Banana covered hands with a baby stained conscious that cannot hold me They are auditing my eyes, questioning what I have taken Accepting all of the pieces they give Bolted to the corner while the cur get theirs Watching spattered and spotted near the deer binging the clover, gently preparing the meadows for our silence Biting at the nails piercing my feet trying to catch up

Soft clover follows I try to burn it Laughing as it grows back , swallowing me with welcomes. I am sorry! The clover doesn't return casualties, it just grows. The world is against you. Please don't answer. Keep on, do not let me distract. You are strange and I don't understand. Thought I was some gross mirror sent as punishment That's not true? We are apart of each other. Twisting into ourselves with care, never pulling hard enough to break. Our roots are the same. We cannot disturb each other.…