My legs were clenched. I am panting as I run with my legs flawlessly failing. I am a destruction runner. I am a destruction weeper. My eyes spill liquid filled with dust and residue from my flawlessly failing heart. Can I go on this way? My emotions speak for my eyes and my eyes speak for my heart. Eyes that endlessly pour pure, placid paint don't have room in my closet. Eyes that blatantly bleed don't have room in my kitchen sink. My house of "feeling" is full and a fortress of cares and tears. These are tears from relentlessness.

blood

run

breath

lungs

tears

cry

blood

run

lips

lungs

tears

x

buds

teeth