Rippling on her left arm
Some carved out blues
Rafflesia, danced in the bathtub
Florid and dizzying
It's unwithering
And those cells are bloating
"She's not caught in a fever"
Then what is it?
"She's drunk on existence"
I'm here
It was etched in her left arm
It's not that bad
Gouged out the void
From her shoulder, it runs the time difference to her fingertips
In a slow gesture
The veins like roots
Come closer, entwine yourself
When you've reached her heart
Find yourself crying, just a little
Yet somehow rather glad
I grabbed her arm
Some distorted blues
Just a shred oppressive
Rafflesia, I saw it in a bruise, too
And the sunset, I saw in a solar eclipse
As if some universe
Strictly pronounced
Strictly pronounced
Strictly pronounced
Understood
I hate eternity
I'm here
It was carved in her left arm
She struggles to orchestrate a smile
"For now won't you teach me? What do I do with my cheeks?"
Understood
In a sluggish gesture, she bares a crude smile
"Existence"
I utter thoughtlessly
Rafflesia, it wavered
Yet somehow rather glad