Sheets ebb and flow. Your hand finds mine in the linen sea And my toes splay against your ankles like algae. You hold me to you against the riptide of my thoughts and I swear this MUST mean
If I ever become A famous surgeon And spend my days stitching people whole again And saving lives, the Best thing I’d ever be able to do With my hands Would still be to thread them
In biology, there is something called Plasmolysis: When a cell doesn't receive enough water, its outer and inner walls Will separate. It is literally Detaching From itself. I wanted to tell you
Diplomas hung upon his walls A stethoscope slung around his throat. He floated through the hospital halls A King entrapped by his own moat. He regarded the praises like scattered seeds,