When I was just 14
I met a girl who looked like me
But there were differences
I truly couldn’t help but see

Like the way that her smile
Never seemed to reach her eyes
The ones of which I swear
Were long since devoid of life

I saw the way her hands
Cradled her own heart
The ones by which I know
Her own thighs were carved

And I could see her fighting
The dire urge to scream
And refusing to give in
To the cry she truly needs

-ARI

twisting
and
molding
the truth

avoiding
accountability
denying
what we knew

..

i reject
it
with my whole heart

this is not reality
this is art

I keep realizing that I'm not living.
And every time I realize that,
I realize that I die a little bit more.
And realizing that kills me

When the light in her eyes would shine with fire

The Earth and the rain and the wind stilled quite

It was a sight that you never wanted to bare

And yet you see her see her everywhere

Her hands are the sun and her lips are the night

Carving flowers in the ground, telling stories out of sight

It is a dangerous day, it's a dangerous life

She is married to Space, to a husband as a wife

An elemental destruction, a chaotic price, to pay

For freedom, dismay

Come find her you shall see

A mirror of infancy?

When it rains
Little branches get wet
And droplets form on them
Not falling
Just waiting to drop
Some want it
Want to fall to this puddle from which there is no return
And some love it up there

They will drop though
That's for sure

Will they be shaken accidentally by a girl taking a walk?
Will the water build up so much
And they aren't strong enough?
Will they evaporate?

They will all fall
Eventually

Is that comforting?
Sad?
Is it crazy?

The mirror fogs up in the room with the heat

I fall to floor, I can’t breathe.


I claw at the tub of a bath half full

The walls rain down, it’s a gravitational pull.


I scream and I cry, for someone to hear me

But the pressure of the water drowns out my pleads.


At last I’m alone, as the blood drains through

At last I’m alone with a razor or two.