romances with cigarette boys
enchanting, they play like toys
i, i become blind to the noise
but
my heart left caged- just a bunch of alloys

she didn't ask for this
respiration of solitude
echoes of thoughts
spiral- ****

everything yearns for him
an addiction, a habit, a content dervish

he's my sad life

please. pass my heart a knife

spare me sick sympathies
he wants her, not she

i wither
the words of Lady Lazarus strong but bitter
I rise with my brittle hair
and
I eat men like air.