lube.

i navigate my way through my own soft folds of skin seemingly endless shades ranging from transluscent milk to ash and brown with every move they shift my body listlessly rolling end over end down a hill head spinning with no sign of an end in sight i am slippery sliding through every grasp had in constant motion within a blanket of sound i can hear in the remote distance meaningless words and even more meaningless promises

and i wonder how he thinks he could hold on so loosely and still have a grip.