Some make homes out of people.

She looked out her window and she felt straightly silly seeing her father's station wagon was sinking into the neighbor's yard. she was taking a water from her favorite magenta bottle that one thursday morning thinking there's been a toxic leak on planet earth, everything's feels like dissociation in chemistry, is the separation of something else, the state of being disconnected. in psychiatry means the same thing. zone out, like in comparison of aristotle nonchalance to his other ideas when investigating the lagoon. She used to think the ways to make her new home planet, but she turned into a grass blade in a briefcase, an army of little lassie poking dandelions through the skin of every creature could hurt her. they heard when she woke up as her own planet, she was pouring out apocalypses from her mouth. Some says the sun has broken fusion and she knew the weather by the way he came and said are you going to cry with me being here? he was a boy who wouldn't grow his painful wings, he used to murder these tiny guts that he saw in his dreams they became a small ghosts since he didn't wash it clean. he couldn't see his own hands it all made it easier for him to disappear. gods cursed him with the mind of ares and the heart of aphrodite but made him human, only human. But now he's more than that, he is the whole someone's galaxy. Some other nights all of his girl's imaginary friends from her childhood came back and the planet was really in danger but he always can survive from her blues and be the soldier in her 10 years old dream war. she has been watching his heart unfold he's just so pretty wearing his softest /softest/ hands, she just sits on top of his heart now and thanks the world for it has forgotten their past wounds, she looks inwards and expands and stretches her heart for him. the ocean wearing its face backwards: welcome, welcome home. Twosome sin with each other together in the light. he keeps growing a door in her chest and all the birds humming there will finally spill into the celestial sphere. She swears that she has been a different heart under every passing sky but in the belly of the world she has never laughed as hard as she does with him. They stopped fighting the world since they taught to wear each other's hearts. One once heard if anyone could have asked her about survival, she would've put his name next to hers on repeat like a proven track record because of his sweetness— her boy's heart is teeth. it's honey. a monument of bodies, a building worship of fists like prayers and eyes like shotgun mouth. it's flower petals, it's hers.