In April,
I was one...
The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer...
And of all roots –
I’ve eschewed yours...
Having you in my life is making me miserable,
a word I often feel too privileged to throw...
I fell for your charm
but I was never enough...
dip your fingers in the blood-red skies like you...
with alta dye – tonight, i will study your hands...
Trigger warning: eating disorder...
You conceal your malevolence and greed
behind the edifice of benevolent deeds...
I look intensely, desperately at the rushing...
Looking for the key I've dropped...
I feel you beating slow
Don’t give up just yet...
Wash the sins out of my ribcage with downpour,
the monsoon cannot swell fast enough to abate...
I found an old picture of us
and bile rose up in my throat...