Verb Fiction from Decadence by Wood Spider

please wake me up as i feel the rain approach / calm my nerves with songs of love and change / but please don’t forget me i need this connection
from the city to the sea a fire peeling back the skin / of apology contraption i took this undoubted caption / spinning shallow thoughts like incense growing intimate with friction
taking the very heart of action with anticipated tension / and everyone i knew was there with smiling eyes that told me where my answer lies to me uncertain of this tabletop connection
and i know it’s taking me longer
to find out what i do means to you
and i’ll stay closer than ever
please don’t forget my close attempts for you

smelled so sweet just like kerosene my bones reflecting your corse unseen / like gelatin, glass, and vivid dreams with skeptic time undone by the seams you’ve come to reap
grow in attempt to untangle my restraint and please, do help me i need your warmth and breath
with uncertainty i stay
for opposition to the day
of chariots and golden armor
lighthouse sparks and watermarks / but don’t you think this is my game i feel relieved to hear your name with fingers that are interlaced i hear your warmth and see your breath

[spin my thoughts through silk roads
as I promise not to drown
for in this sleep of comfort
lies silenced ink smeared lines]

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