Stripped
To its
Shell
Fragments
Of nebulas
Bathe
In the handsome
Breathing legs
Becoming.
I run
Split the earth.
I too am death
And so cannot
Die.
Stripped of ideas
The
Jawline
Of god
Pummels.
Beauty is time
Terrified.
I run.
Thunder for armpits.
The lipstick of brevity
For ashes.
