By Box Five, grown so
used to
decom
posen
i can
promise
nothing
nothing
break my
arms if
you're not
cautious
i can
promise
nothing
nothing
melt me
into
someone
different
no more
feeling
nothing
nothing
By Box Five, underminded
unresponsive
walking wounded
turned-to-ashes
turned-to-ashes
crushed and caving
crushed and caving in
unbeknownst and
unreported
microscopic
don't remind me
don't