I use the white noise of tv
to numb the voice...

I crave it deeply
passionately...

When the snow flurries
and the sun slices...

like being erased.
like being snuffed out...

When does it become too
late to want...

Like a pinwheel spinning
a child dances...

Laughing, laughing
spinning, shouting...

when you tell me that
I'm beautiful...

This morning I woke up shaking.
Scared and shaking so hard...

Lookin at these broken tatters
seems like my wings don't matter anymore...

what do you call the
'what ifs...

Today
I'm feeling itchy...