what you hide and what you can't. the girl in the dark, the girl who calls out but hears nothing.

wringing her hands, consumed in the future-
what may come to pass or won't at all.

there is a piece lost, and i am looking in at a stranger. who has these eyes, who stole my lips and tongue?

i ran from you until my legs burst open.
i made it. but i can't run from this
this feeling of twenty nine hundred hands pinning me down
one for every shame, one for every guilt, one for every word i spoke in anger.
the blame carried across every plane of right and wrong.

oh what the world could've been without me.

i remember a smile that wasn't mine
the time and consequence borrowed,
what i can never return.