Head full of clouds
She pedals
her bicycle
a butterfly floats, low

and as wind whispers
it's futile
suicidal attempt
it strikes her stomach

Her lips curling around
a scream
looks down
And it is gone

Daddy
I've done some
*******

I taste
your disapproval
Lips shining around a slit of air
and eyes
foreboding
daring me to laugh

I taste
my highness
my hair white
as clouds
bobbing through the Neverlands

I've been reminded
of you
Daddy

In the fatherless boy
the mirror whispers of
You have my eyes
and I have your
deadness

It's all
because of you
My dear dear father
who had the graciousness
to make me
who had the audacity
to leave me

Because
I never
needed you

I have done too much,
I hope,
Daddy

She.
She feels like
an electric shock
underwater

I.
I can only
breathe within her

Cruel, she is
She holds me

Down, below her thighs
always at an impasse

I used to think
I was cool

She is shattering.

I am on fire
you see
my broken wings?
my husk of a soul?

Silent days and vibrant nights
I fell from the moon,
my fingers never quite
grasping faith

I followed them
their blooming words, lively hands
and poetry that betrayed
there was no use crying about it

As I touched down,
my edges fainting from the glow
and I laughed my laugh
"I am- I am finally here!"

Quick, quick!
Bring the metaphoric shovel,
and your metaphysical hands!

The quintessential doubts
have already been prepared,

Now strike down your tool
shove it in through the ground
of my unholy essence

And bury all my questions
in the midst of every
justified true beliefs

So when I open my eyes,
all will be golden!

Honey Iced tea
tastes blue, unlike the sky outside
I gulped it down
laid on the leather seat

People ****** at my hair
nothing but blobs of dark
on an endless silver screen
constricted in thin air

I wanted her to let go
but she couldn't,
her ideals and wishes
scrambling across her hands

splashing down my head
I was wet, and stuck
My mouth is still sweet
She could taste it

Be young
they told her

still as a silent clock
a thin paper slipping to the floor

time was running out, but no,
stay young, they said

a million cherry blossom
uprooting themselves inside her

spilling over, the tide was turning
the wind blew her hair across her face

she dutifully watered her flowers
wilting, drooping, dying

she wished
she wished they were stronger

being young meant she never learned
about the Poison