disordered

My name is

[gasp] a soft percussion of wiggles, delicate worms crawling into skin

thin kisses, so you’re not at all suspicious when I carry in your ribs

bids on who the lastonelaughing [is]

(want) return back to your own pulse

not my skyrocketing beats

[wheeze] wheeze.

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