The End. Entirety In Infancy. Zeneszám

don't breathe. salivate you sleeping blank space.
don't breathe in the surrogate floral spectrum
don't breathe just salivate on frozen organs.

we'll kill a thousand times.

Don't release starving orchids into this world.
They'll die just like the last one. Again.
they'll stare right in your eyes.
it's all frozen and choking.
when we're whispering and laughing.
...and so we stop.
plural.
literal.
coldsweat.
drenched in sanguine fluid
and measured for infection.