Makeup
Fake face
Skin deep
Last place
Trauma
Drama
Fakers
Makers
People fight
To survive through the night
Keys between fingers
Acrylic nails sharp enough to harm
“Pick up the pace”
Turns into a race
To get home
In the dark

pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads

I loved sleep
a second away from reality
death for a moment
heaven for a minute
hell for a while
but when they came
the sleepless nights
they made me so powerless
even when stabbed
my eyes they were open
so just for a moment
let me sleep
so for a while, I can be with mother
hah
her warmth
I forget it on the sleepless nights