Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you

The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my

You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue

I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

I forget how to love When I’m gritting my teeth Because I’m a fucking hole/ Nothing’s coming out of my mouth n… Because I don’t love my mom,

There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.

Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt

I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.