pragmatic, ya know

almost like breathing but easier but cleaner
almost like bleeding but eerier but coarser
almost like breaking but eagerer but crazier
almost like boasting but eviler but colder

fragility convulsed on the brink of her first original idea
reassurance as propaganda or so she thought

the air she smelled missed photosynthesis
she did too

her contradictions convinced her she was interesting
her needs were as needy as everyone else’s

happiness hugged remorse
confusion killed impulse
fear fucked balance
the time was her time and she begged it to stay