I cry myself asleep because its the only thing i...
I dress in black so i can be invisible at night...
**These are interpretations of the poem...
The citizens conceal themselves...
Please don't lie
don't say that you ain't sad...
A butterfly trapped
In a cold prison cage...
Watch out, I break a little too easily
Because I am a little porcelain doll...
Infectious cravings of a deep memory
prick the inside of my conscience...
This broken life
has too much junk...
It snowed on the night of your viewing.
"I should be skiing" I imagined you say...
Are you just a memory?
Or did you never really exist...
So solitary, On the bathroom floor,
Wiping the tears my reflection saw...
**This poem is a stanza by stanza conversation...
My razor blade so small and shiny...
Uncle George, why did you leave?
And my sisters so young and naive...