you’re the biggest fucking thing to ever exist.

dwarf planet (anarchy april #4)

and i’m writing this hungry so don’t be alarmed if there are holes where no holes should be but the road that connects us is a tongue out of a head. sleek and slippery and it’s a fun ride and we’re alone and its endless and you get to do all the living. you get to live but it’s still a very fun ride for me and you thought i’d always think you were small but now, seeing the moldy veins through your body and the fat hanging off your heart like bats off a tree and the insides of your eyes that pull me further in, you’re the biggest fucking thing to ever exist. i’ll never resist you or deny you and oh look, sheep drift by in loose, noiseless clumps and you have that vintage car your daddy always loved and we drive over the speed bumps that are tight and smooth like fire scars over skin. your nerves are pretty but your bones, oh, polished fucking ivory and is anyone maybe asking where i’ve been? how much longer do you think i’ll have oxygen, and would you please take a deeper breath and yes, you may sneeze, i’m nowhere near your nose and would you mind it very much if i planted a little garden, no silly, not up there, right here, in your lower hip. god, there’s so much room, i don’t know how you move.

piece inspired by

sonja ringo

’s escapril prompt day #4