Rib cage cracked open. The clouds pass through my bones. Lifeless formations of undiscovered patterns. Vulnerable to the sky. He becomes me, within me, two of one and one the same.
Ribs were meant to be broken by skies and hearts were meant to be melted by acid rain.
You struck me. Like the lilac flash of momentum, you struck you.
A magenta.
Veins throbbing. Arteries torn. Blood drained.
My biology is only of your metaphysics.
beyond 