'untitled'
steven thomas miller
to all the fallen arguments
that were so sweet and cold upon touching my
bare feet
are all the plots filled with you?
or are they just waiting until the land rejects
me?
this is the reason why
we've all stopped someone's heart at some point
as if there's a meaning for crashing
into water in every dream
or writing a murder confession for
your suicide
i've nearly drowned so many times
i wish that, like a dream, i would wake up
every time i'm about to die
the invincible 'i'
this is the reason why
i've never knowingly killed anything
but through all that i know about you,
i must have wanted you to die
and at that moment of realization
i wonder...
are these your biting teeth?