Almost-dry, sticky-wet mess of tears
in tracks that catch the light
over your cheek.

or
struggles for breath as
your mind caves in on itself
and boxes in your lungs.

or
a mind so rushed and roughed
and torn at the edges
that is shudders along at a speed too fast for even fingertips to brush


you're a mess, aren't you
a mess you're a mess god you're a mess
you're a mess (breathe) you're a mess

(you're a mess)