Is this what it's come to?
Sit on snow covered ground.
Sadistic smile splits tear stained cheeks.
Hook stuck, save it, repeat over & over again.
Cling to images I can only ever see in my mind.
Foot made patterns. An animal's been here, too.
Decipher something new.
I'm sick from human's thinking.
Asking questions I have no business answering.
Do you think there's a bathroom here?
Going away to come back different, changed. Isn't that what I've been taught to do? Trees peeking little kinds of green, mind lost on a loop. I'm over being over & over. Say it out loud, giant, big, fat, jinx. Curl my lip at
body moves in tandem, I'm aching from a cold place wipe tear stains on the soft curves of your face exiled in gas filled brain I used all my energy to try and contain
my mouth wants another to meet it soft, wet warmth familiar motion learned fumbling this is one thing I can't do myself
worn out memory, he longs to be my muse shelf full of half pulled clues make a shape, spilled ice cream stain not used to this from you