do not tie your rope hereno kodama live in these lungsthis rotted trunk draws not new breathits trachea has been wrungsatiate your necrophilic hungerthey won’t be there to hear you moanall i ask is that when you’re fullyou leave this hollowed corpse alone
wheyy wheyyy, wheyre are you blue jay, dear?used to be at my windowsill, most months of the yearyour bones are hidden inside my booksin the pages most recently readi know you are with me always,and i know that you’re not deadtooolol toolool, please come by my window sooni know you see the owl in i, we thrive by light of moonwe may see best in this lack of lightand black oil seeds of helianthus i keepto will a mid-night sun, i mightbut i cannot spend my life asleepwheedleleele wheedlelee..
luna una you’re the bestmy love for you i can attestyou sleep all day but are out all nightyou fuck up mice but are quite polite
black and tawnyyou’re a bit too scrawnybut mice know that you’re tough and brawny
you make a good lapcateven though youre not fatbut body weight’s something you should probably work at
but since you are so warm and lightwon’t you sleep on my chest tonight?
i found a strand of your hair today,stuck to my lampshadei know i said i didn’t take anything of yours,and i really am sorry,but that’s my blood, thereon your floor