I.
You are an escaped soul...

The world outside is inaccessible to her-
index cards plastered onto skin with...

Have I fogged up my spectacles too often,
not clearly focusing on what I must do...

Am I but a taste to be savored?
A cacao seed that must be...

It's the kind of day where building
forts, writing novels, and learning...

The fryer is on,
set to 350 degrees after scrutinizing...

Last night, I gave into sins until
they chased me past thickets...

I won't go into detail, that's not what
you're here for, is it? This girl - frozen...

Goosebumps sneak
on bare skin, as I feel...

Am I your mockingbird?
For I bleed your indigo...

It beckons me once more...
but I am no longer the joyful child...

Is there anything in me that is desirable?
Do I convey softness or are my approaches...