Soft Cell


you bruise so easy you swift collection of scented bubbles with your twinkling aching wants and it’s a soft mesh that holds you together and you disintegrate but breathe round somehow and you watch babies sacrifice their shapes so you can keep yours all over and it’s a soft mesh you try to de-soften when you’re smudged and pushed and passed over and you witness them deposit shit onto concrete that can’t use it and you know help is being outstretched by those who have nothing to offer and have no intention of giving it the stop is so full  and anything other than silence will blow you away