there is probably a lot similar things to holding a knife with your teeth//a declaration

November 4, 2018

I am chewing off my wings and putting them in a bowl for the morning.

I am a vicious posture of body fluids.

I am president of all flying things and pockets full of sea shells.

I am the kind of person that would die from eating her hair too much.

I am a jar full of bees, probably.

I am a reoccurring dream about falling out of moving vehicles.

I am the sun in a position where it feels like it's whispering in your ear.

I am some blood to settle into.

I am yawn bound under a sky.

I am a way to keep my hands with the lot of you.

I am a life and death in the morning.

I am the little right way to where you are.

I am inside making room for sleep.

I am the sudden urge to be able to see.

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