let it break apart
let it crack at the edges
let it burst at the seams
let it drip down our chins and throats
let it splatter on our shirts
let it stain the floor
let it get our hands sticky
let’s step in it
let’s grind it into the carpet
let it swell up
let it pulse and throb
let it force its way out of our tear ducts
let it squeeze our salivary glands
let it ooze out of our pores
let’s stick our tongues in its mouth
let’s do its breathing
let’s do its thinking
let’s do its bidding
let it compromise us
let it compress us
let it flatten us
let it break us
Words and Feathers 
I like it!
Thank you!
Holy shit.
Yeah. Sometimes.
Raw. There’s nothing quite as fulfilling and yet, also destructive as passion. I felt dirty as I read your words, and I liked it! Intoxicating.
Thanks! I couldn’t figure out a title for that one. Now, go take shower.
I actually was on my way to shower after having worked out! Wow, it’s true; crows are seers.
[insert joke about bird’s eye view here]
i don’t know what it’s about, exactly, but i like it. well, maybe i do know what it’s about for me — maybe it’s about what it feels like to let something or someone take over our lives.
I think that’s a good interpretation. It’s hard for me to write something with a frame or an outcome in mind. I usually just start writing and then go back and figure out what I was trying to say. In all honesty, I’m not sure about this one.