vices

and then we awoke to our audible laughter. distorted whimpers filtered through silk fabric, a sound sieve.

a set of eyes, transfixed.

"i don't know what to think; of what we are and what we're going to eventually become," slithers off her tongue.

"i'm only temporarily alive. it could somehow evolve to have permanence, or this could be singular," i mechanically deliver from myself to the body opposite.

we've arisen above the haze, although emblazoned with hesitation wounds.

"you could be what i want," she spills with eager eyes.

"am i capable?" with upsetting honesty.

i don't know if i should be hopelessly hurt or foolishly flattered.

we breathe into each other and sleep in an endless, suspended state.