Mackenzie Scholte Biography

My head rest
Upon the rise and fall of your chest
Fingers intertwined
Your lips cover mine
...

She crawls out slowly,
so slowly you don't see her coming,
From the very pit of your stomach
She makes herself at home inside you
...

She can't move, for the pain
Crawls through her body,
Lives in her mind
Morphine drip...
...

Standing in the cold,
Facing each other
Watching our breath,
Escape into the night
...

I could've said it,
A million times by now
Whispered through the dark,
Long coils of a telephone cord
...