My soul is trapped in gloppy mud that ceases to detach its self. My throat is tied in a knot, and my mind is in this fucking rectangular box with the poison apple. I would prefer not to burden anyone with my grievances, so I’ll keep em looked in a tiny nut shell and feed it to a passing squirrel. Or maybe I’ll whisper them to my felines as I lure them in with a loving coo. But all I really want is your round ocean blue eyes and heated body. Let me swim in those eyes until I drown in tears.