FEEL ..:BLUE MONDAY:..

I
feel my
body. Iced, cold.

Exhaustion
in our bodies
recalls us Neverland;

and
we float
in the bed

all
tired and
ragged and bled.

Crystal,
we are
like Crystal, henceforth

I
shall be
breakable and fragile.

The
Vanishing Point
alterring our bodies.

And
we float
under the coverage

of
eighties music
and Moon's shining.