two children drowning on a stairwell

i licked my fingers when you threw up your heart in my hands.
i bathe in sickness with a smile and swallowed my fingernails.
you kissed the sad spot beside my eye, warm beneath my hair.
when your broken limbs fell they jerked the safety pins of my jagged heart.
my face's home is your shoulder where you carry me.
with your shaking hands, you held this corpse.
i pray the cold would drink or sever us.
but instead of you, i smell the dirt in the carpet as it climbs into my skin.