Highspeed Mermaid Harvest

Every toxic kiss soaking into your lips is money when we are draped in the black velvet of the sky's ceiling. Bats flying over my head, emotions forever when our stained reputation is a heartbeat pulsating. Ectoplasm when the water is muddy and the dazzling light of mute stars is guiding me towards the unquestionable truth, the sunset in you. In wooded pools of blue, in that grey overcast, I eat summer fruit, drowning in the juice of a succulent watermelon. I shatter like the fragile glass of our love, the armour of morality bleached by the shells and flint of night. Royal beams of flowery and smudged fingerprints. Plastic separates us. Reality mirrors the art lost in a clouded eye, the nomadic grief of a stubborn grudge holding onto a computer error when I've had no sleep. Wires out of left field, a nerfed mind in the sound of an ocean. I am dreaming without you, hoping I am enough, but I feel the walls closing on my ribs, the pulse of the heart getting louder with every breath. A fearless but positive charge in a spiral, falling into a blue light, I whirl and sing. Nothing ever goes right, the wind knows. I know what I feel and put my phone where I can't see. I don't want anyone to talk to me, just to make me feel bad because I'm left behind, and I overcome the sea, black nothingness growing like vines in me, vines growing like black nothingness in me.