Who ever said to you
that we'd
win?
Run, Arschloch.
Beware of fainting spells.
Your puppet hands reach
for my robot face
"I love you" she says,
the words dripping from her mouth.
Stand straight. Speak up.
"Stop it with that writing nonsense!"
You'll do fine, I promise.
I promise.

Death.
She watches us.
We march.
We see her take those around us.
I know you, I think.
But she won't take me,
no matter how much I watch her,
not yet.
Maybe she'll take me in the
next march.
In another lap.
Another laugh.
I'm drowning in
grayness, in clouds.
In the people that watch
their eyes wide.
She pauses to look again,
make her mocking acts
of not coming for me.
We march.

Run.


Run!

Through this forest,
faster faster.
The moon is leading you to her,
the trees guiding the path
for you.
Don't turn now.
She's waiting at the top.
Barefoot
the rocks bite at your feet.
Keep running.
Almost there now,
feel your heart beat
throbbing, throbbing
in your head.
Meet her.
Go to her.
Good, you're at the edge.
Now just
l
e
a
p . . .

Good.
Do you see her?
She's kissing you.
She holds you in the air,
telling you to look at the
moon.
Her hands open to you
as you throw yourself
into her dark hair.
You fall,
how long have you been falling?
Hours?
Years?
Your whole life?
You're not scared.
Not anymore.
Just keep looking at that moon
and feel the dark
devour you.
Love her.

We are monsters in this forest
We are ugly and terrifying
Scaring off anything that happens
to see us
Twirl and see the trees become
a portal, a dome, anything
The fire cracks and hisses at us
As we roar our secrets out
giving them to each other, to the stars
to whatever
We go crazy because it's better
than feeling sad or mad
Or anything else that ends with a d
We find comfort in the music
that plays in our heads
that won't go away
and leaves us dancing
until we forget that we are monsters

Child sleeping in my arms
I think
'Don't become me.'

I'll be good next time.
I promise.
I'll be a good daughter.
Just stop hitting me, mommy.

I won't mess up again,
and I won't make any noise,
I'll never make trouble for you again.
Just stop yelling, mommy.

I'll cook better dinners,
and clean the whole house.
You don't have to worry
about a thing.
Just stop drinking, mommy.

I'll hide the bruises more carefully,
and I'll never run away.
I'll be here when you need me,
gone when you hate me.
Just stop crying, mommy.

I'll be better.
I love you, mommy.

You **** me.


You eat me alive with
how much I love you
how much
I can't love you.

You comfort me when
I'm terrified to be loved
and when I need you
you're nowhere
to be
f o u n d.

Who the hell are you,
to be the person I need?!
How could you go
from being a complete stranger
to my best friend?

You scare me.

It breaks my fragile,
porcelain heart,
whenever you tell me
that you're crying.
Or that you can't go on living.
Or that you're in so much pain.
Or when you say that you know me better than anyone
because it's true.

It terrifies me that you
love me.