last night i broke my stone plate you brought the glue as usual i was the one to lash out how do you deal with that in your own home all glueless perhaps a little cracked now
you kept showing me your hands how they created my stone chest even before i knew you it must be that you created me; i just fit perfectly in your palms
you kept showing me your hands i had to objectify; then confessed my visions me being a stone bird (somehow weightless) sailing over all material things they don't appeal to me anymore even my body seems too real too harsh i dare to look at myself in soft focus only
in my visions i am an all-alone-stone all surrounded by your hands last night the bird has shed her wings to reveal she was a bat all along a female Dracula she bends over ***** the stone cold blood out of her self-slits
i try to wake up now and then in my visions my body is off way worse my scars are on my knees instead of my wrists and it is true i have fallen down so many times
i think about the moon on my back sizzling how i carry it dot by dot the whole weight how my parents should never see what i am up to or how i do not feel real here nor there last night i have been envisioned; i surrender