the past either means
nothing or everything
nothing for the future to be built upon
nothing for it doesn't matter
nothing for focus on what's to come
but everything
everything to relive the tears and
crys of delight
everything for those lost to the grave
everything for knowledge that you protect

fingers of paper
hair made of lace
mouth closed with safety pins
all a closed space
eyes made of copper
to see only clear

you just wanted to run
but they said no
so you did

they throw pebbles at your tiny legs
they pop out your teeth
like its nothing
you don't know why you're lonely
they spin you till you can't see
you bite your cheek
they poke holes in your tongue