Tomorrow will come! Will tomorrow come? Struck by pain, In an enlarged present, I repeat these words – Tomorrow will come! Will tomorrow come? I hang between an exclamation. And a question mark, Stretched as a thick dream over reality, Long, ivory tendons pushing through the skin, White knuckles shining like pearly serpents, Blunt nails buried in the tender flesh Of sweaty, slippery palms, The heart, drumming in my ears, As eyelids fold so hard Sealing me inside an uninhabitable body, Imploding into the reddest darkness that I have ever been into. Tomorrow will come! Will tomorrow come?
I hang between an exclamation. And a question mark, Stretched as a thick dream over reality, Long, ivory tendons pushing through the skin, White knuckles shining like pearly serpents...
