with two walls holding each other up, i feel as if i have been here before.

and

so it begins.

your face transferring over and twice,

in layers,

as if moss,

loss of grief.

i am fat with faith,

and you are a sweet picture

trimmed only once as the bride of christ.

and i

begin to vomit viciously,

this is where you

are supposed to hold my hair

kiss my ear.

i feel sweet,

i am sure if you had the nerve to look at me

you'd think i'm sweet, too,

two soft delicate pops

as my ears break with blood,

i hear with my life

you can sit

and watch me hear with

my life, if you'd like