what do you call the
'what ifs...
I've been strangulated
within your heredity...
I've become uncomfortable
with pillow clouds that dance...
I
am half-built...
What is it
I'm afraid you'll see...
i'm sorry i'm the way i am
i sprint like a startled cat...
Somehow
in the silence...
Thursday grabs me
by the chin...
I'm scared of my reflection
And the person I've become...
It has occurred to her that she is a hallway girl.
Not a room to lounge in but a passage from one...
I’m not showered in love like the others
Even when I put my best efforts into you...
My first memory of depression
Takes me back to ten-years-old...