Detachment
Silent thing You're looking thin Your ocean eyes have sunken in Your light has gone Is something wrong. Slumping over the basin.
My soul is made from sea foam
Silent thing You're looking thin Your ocean eyes have sunken in Your light has gone Is something wrong. Slumping over the basin.
If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to their trucks, bodies would never crash through windshields.
'"You've lost weight."' I guess my mind weighed a lot..
the blue half moons under your eyes told me you didn't sleep last night.
Where is your mother. Where's your mind.
Your hands are cold Your lips are blue Your clammy skin's almost see-through I see your veins I see your soul You're just a girl but look so old.
Underwater. Lost at sea. Thoughts rush around. And through me. Fleeting. Not tangible enough to touch. Try to verbalise. I capsize. Water only fills my lungs. Surrounding me. Drowning me.
When I was thirteen I discovered I was sick.