Throbbing inside your stomach,
gulping the rest of the epic cathedral of lure
it does not matter your answer.

I was the princess of a homeland of dizzling flag.

Republic of Being Choosen,
zigzagging your innermorst brain tissue,
fantasizing about a stupid storm

--not a big opportunity to anything.

I don't miss things that I will miss in dreams.

I will be back in town,
newspapers will endorse me (almost sure),
they will talk about your strange way of chewing.

I know you are disguising the shivering.

Throbbing inside your stomach,

you ate me,

enjoy the warmth of the heartbeat,

the only one you will feel.