I stopped counting the days
and imagined a million ways
to erase them
just in case men
were after me.

'Scot free?'
nothing to do with Scotland
and sod all to do with me

I've paid,
and the rise in
testosterone levels that leach out
small amounts of polycarbonate,
(more medical miscalculations or
the effect of chemicals on certain
stimulations?)
are what I get or they are
according to some research paper
I recently read

who said, bored stiff but not dead?

I count the nights now
and
not knowing if daylight
will catch me watching
I pull faces at the stars.