I flinch. / It is '99 now.
I am eight years old.
The wind blows.
A dog barks.
I try not to fall apart.
While you, you look through me.
I am away. / You won't ask where I've gone.
I am seeking your approval.
I can feel you in my lungs.
You are reaching for the doorway.
I am cleaning out your wounds.
While you, you look through me.
I am not on Earth. / I am looking down.
You are tangled in my thoughts.
I am trying to speak out.
Only I, continue to prick my finger.
Your golden, thorny crown.
While you, you look through me.
I am here now. / It is dark.
I whisper.
I am overdue.
You are sleeping still.
While I am watching you.
I know you are a vision.
A melody of hues.
But I cannot compete.
As I am, dripping, grey, floating decay.