I am an artist who's breaking her own fingers to set my art free


My hands are like bottles of champagne that someone shook too much, and next thing i know everything is overflowing; except this champagne is like acid and it will eat away at you.
Don't drink me up like a tall glass of something pretty and don't bust me open and then celebrate afterwards.
I am itching to be near you
I am itching to let you know what it feels like to have your fingers curl when you feel the rhythm of a dull ache
I am itching to tell you that i am not the inspired, i am the expired.