What would your seven-year old self say if
She saw you refusing your favorite kind of ice cream?
Because that ice cream has way too many calories,
Right?
What would your seven-year old self think if
You looked at her everyday and told her, 'you're fat'
Because that's what you do when you look in the miror everyday,
Right?
What would your seven-year old self think of you when she found out
You count every single calorie you eat
Because if you eat too many calories, you might get fat,
Right?
What if your seven-year old self found out that
You cry yourself to sleep every night
Because you can't release your emotions any other way,
Right?
How would your seven-year old self feel
If you called her horrid names everyday when you looked at her
Because that's what you do to yourself,
Right?
What if your seven-year old self asked you
Could you call me the same terrible names you call yourself everyday?
But no, you couldn't, so why do you call yourself these things?

A sharp pain shoots through your wrists.
Your heart beats, it beats you into the ground.

A sunset bleeds through your eyes.

Fluorescent.

The hand closes around your mouth.
Singing, but muffled.
Roses without scent.
Your favorite color, but only half of it.
Living. Half dead.

You met a predator today.
His questions like mud.
'What month were you born in'.
'What happened to your wrists'.
'What a good haircut, you shouldn't hide it'.
'How old are you'.
Hypnotist, musician, cures it all in one session.
"Take my card' he says.
You hate the way he holds it
when he offers it to you.

Terror, but muffled.
Dead bodies without scent.
Something pulls you underwater.
You're unsure of it's intent.

A sharp pain shoots through your wrists.
Your heart beats, it beats you into the ground.
A shade of gold glistens in your eye;
and are you still young, are you still young.
Drunk with fear.

The sun kisses you as you try not to cry.

The horizon floods into view.
An ocean, downtown, the neon lights a sign of life.

A sunset bleeds through your eyes,
and a voice in your ear:
"fluorescent".
His words caress you. The tale of an unfortunate young man.
She cries at his funeral.
You're not afraid of death.

His green leather jacket.
Fluorescent.

Your wrists sting you in weakness.
And are you still young, are you still young.

Like singing, but no voice.
Roses without scent.


A sunset bleeds from your eyes.


Fluorescent.