your tummy is getting thinner
the ink on your skin doesn’t mean what it should
I don’t speak that language.
we both watch your chest fall
how many reasons do you have to smile?
let me help with that
you keep shaving your head and I love your hair
things get hard
your head is a texture I learnt about in kindergarten
the rest of you isn’t.
I make you hold my hand
that word scares us both.
why can’t my mind’s eye see you today?
she’s going blind.
you have devoured my eloquence
I can barely finish my sentences
I was never intimate with silence
but now I know her more than you
I stagger under her weight
why won’t you help me with that?
cover image by the editorial team