the universes perpetual beating against the nape of my neck, your blood pulses through your palm into my hand, i feel everything you've ever felt dripping into my mind, leaking from the faucet of your thoughts. "when you say you feel like your not enough, it makes me feel like i'm not enough for you." my swallow tastes like daggers, the scraping of nails against the chalkboard of your chest. your bones, all in perfect placement, your veins reaching out and entangling the edges of my bed posts, your eyes sinking into my subconsciousness, lingering there for moments too long could be risky. i'll take you down, underground.