marbled fractals in my veins
til im indistinguishable
from the grey we sought to escape
every time you touch me i get smaller
morphine musicians' hoarders' holler
caught in a fever dream
and i swear that I was falling sand
too fine to catch between your palms
as we played on ligaments in neverland
"don't let me go--"
gasping and blue,
holding fast and numb
bruise left by you
like an inheritance
though you never meant
to leave for real this time.