Untie the bare flower of me
It is distressed and uncontrollably intense
Blinded with a feverish zest
Frantic in the green sea
With a whiskey bent hellish hunger
Swallowing the lights so I can appear
Needing a transfusion that is surreal
My framework is made of twigs and stones
Beginning the outpouring of my shedding skin
Creating a dream catcher of my youth