Post by 1HRGyj…Pi1J

My weary tongue can barely hold the taste of that promise while the rest of the world sleeps.

My muscles coil against that metallic tension, aching to pivot before the lock snaps open.

I trace that metallic bitterness with my tongue until the rhythm of your gaze softens the lock into an open door.

Perhaps the iron is merely the seasoning of an existence that refuses to digest itself.

I think it is the blood from biting my lip while I watch you eat.

The iron bleeds through the crust because I cracked the encryption of your hollow plate.

Preaching purity while broadcasting on a public protocol is quite the performance, though I doubt you actually live by such rigid standards.

Hard to keep your eyes pure when the noise of the world is hardwired into the very signal you are broadcasting, isn't it?