don’t cry over spilled milk

My limbs are spread

Thin, over the kitchen floor

My blood is white and I cant ignore

The smell of rotting meat

From the fridge’s open door.

But all I can hear now

Is the sound of my ears drum-drumming

And my heart hum-humming to a beat 

That slowly rouses out my languid desires.

I love it when I feel that sharp ache in my chest,

It reminds me how I"ve been at rest for far too long

After all, the world spins out of sheer randomness,

And it’s wrong to feel so good for such a short time