I grew up in the days I have forgotten.
I breathed in the scent of flowers to let something beautiful take root inside me.
The sun didn't enter my body, the thorns pricked on my insides.
One knot formed in my throat, I pushed it down.

When my fingers wrapped around sticky lollies
I coughed from the sweetness but licked my fingers clean.
I felt careless when I walked around and bothersome when I laid down.
Flat on my stomach, another knot in my chest.

I chased nothing particular in the sky with my eyes
the wispy remains of a yesterday haunt me, the anticipation of a tomorrow making my eyes heavy.
I look at my hands, fingers crossed, one more knot.

Being hurtful and gruesome while I drown in another pour.
Sorrow, joy, beauty and dirt stain the mirror I stare into.
Another knot like a neat bow,
another moment when I am too unscathed to be me.