dear [
] :
i feel like a mouth full of broken glass
numbers written all over my hands,
as i frantically pass them in front of [ ].
this steady rain is treason on my shoulders.
it is unwelcome flattery on the back of
my neck, down the inside of my coat.
my body arches with lightening seizures
aches with space consumed by occupation
makes the world shimmery with delusion.
the sidewalks disappear inside of the
white sun emerging on delicate human
feelings taped up like faded polaroids
the laws break as [ ] touch [
] wounds
thou shalt not but [ ] did and the tablets
crumble willingly like a shaken heart of cards.
i am sorry. [
] said. it was a mistake
like eyes locked hands clenched lips
stained with delicate strawberry kisses.
love,
JANEisnotplain
