It's cold. Oh, so cold. Not outside, not in my room. In me. “who are you?” I only see red, purple, blue and yellow in the mirror the seduction dripping from my lips the sin between my thighs safety is an illusion you tore me in half but not end me I am your broken doll
These words, like blood, flow through my veins. Burning through my skin as they try to escape my body. They need to be heard. Need to be seen. I can't keep them inside much longer. I need to get them out. They keep me awake at night, taunting me. Ideas flow through my head like a rushing river, my lips the dam. As the seasons go cold, the skin on my lips *****, giving space for these words to flow. They flow through the air with the harsh winter wind, bringing tears to my eyes as they whip around me. Tangling my hair into knots. Despite this, a sense of warmth envelopes me. Knowing these words are free now. No longer haunting my dreams. Pounding in my head. Screaming to be set free.
I don't really know what's behind my skull They talk too fast, and that's all I know Whatever it says, I'll take it slow I'll take my time to write, like I haven't been Sitting here, I must let the silence seep in Until I find the problem