I see cracks in the glass it won't reflect me...
A thousand little pieces scatter in the night...
Here you are
following the same pattern...
The day I let pornography in,
I didn’t even know what I was letting in...
My lullabies were screams
To me they sounded sweet...
I was raised in a town of killers
But I didn’t see their blades...
My life is changing, in what ways I don't know
My heart keeps crying must I not show...
Slipping away
Into something more comfortable...
Heavy chest
And limbs...
I waited for you
Until the sun would shine...
I went to hospital last week—
Alone, afraid, too weak to speak...
The fit is the scream of silence
As she floats high above the burning field...
Of smoke and sand
saltiness between cement...