It seems as if everyone I love is suddenly
rotting
and their eyes on mine(in mine)beg for
consolation and understanding
Bodies that crawled into trash bags plead to be released
I'm starting to lose fingers to count them
on & as one being, we'd have no
Space left on our flesh(wrists and hips)
They plead these things under their breath to
me(I did this to myself it
feels good just kidding)
--I've been thinking all day on the ways I
could kill myself, you know? That feeling, don't you know?(believe me, I know)
How
are you?
You're just tired
How am I?
I am straight-faced-happy with the lacquer
that's drying(over the surface of my eyes)
Baby Love, there's enough of us(we could form
a club)
Instead of
breakfast we could stir iced coffee with our blood maybe as best friends(with matching faces
and wrists) we could finally be
understood
All that
glitters is steel, to keep me calm, and clear
my head
It's in your red earrings and your
paintbrushes
And
while cutting fruit, a year from now,
you'll scream, I bet
As the
afternoon closes off, and I turn on the light: remember I can't help you
Believe that I'm not strong enough to try
All that was
there has been yanked from me
And I've
never felt so bare and frozen in my life
Wear white and cut your waist be happy with a straight-face
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