i have seen the insides of my sores
and licked and licked until i could not reach any deeper.
the white had faded and filled
like the slush that every car spits up from the ***** asphalt
that i love to skip through
while pretending i look like a fairy
even though we all know
that i am not graceful
or agile
and the negative effects of wings that i carry are impossible
my shoulder blades continually branch out of my muscles
in a feeling of need for you and your back bites
like bed bugs
like bat ridden cabins
like parasites
in your stomach.
taking away your ability to eat
taking away your ability to feel
but giving you your ability to float
and your ability to wear tight black fabric
and look a boy in his eyes
until he wants nothing more
to be looking anywhere else
that is not made of fiberglass and food coloring
eye droppers
to change your pupils
whenever you please.