I was a poisonous friend in my youth.
I lacked boundaries...

A dull metal blade
in between my chest bones...

How embarrassing.
Look, your most...

The mental blackout curtains,
the heavy, wet fabric laid on my cerebellum...

I've never done this,
and I don't know if I'll be alone for it...

I'm a balloon,
taped to an oxygen tank...

‘Roid rage,
hulk smash...

You can hum your praises,
cry your sins...

The movements around me are thickly pouring syrup,
molasses...

I still feel like a child.
Maybe the universe isn’t so cruel...

I am pretty.
By most conventional understanding, that’s me...

I want your pupils to fill with warm 8:30 PM...
I wish to hear what you need to fix...