i see my face
and every trace
of terror, laughter
tears, after
the point i made
can't ever fade
made myself hurt
that needy dirt.
i am a cruel jailor.
i see shades of molly just under my eye
i see them together hypnotically, why
my lips are pure christopher yes on top
masses of lip lies below it thanks. stop.
my body is changing
i love it this way!
it's fun rearranging
whatever they say.
each line i have worked for.
each crease i have earned.
it's true there arent many
i did stuff on earth.
i am not sixteen.
