Sofa to sofa,
I lie to therapists,
Sinning my way through each day.
I pin up my cheeks with safety pins,
Paint my eyelashes with tar,
Stain my cheeks with rose petals,
Comb my hair with thorns.
Climbing trees in the dead of night
Just to be closer to the moon,
I dangle precariously from the branches.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
Sofa to sofa,
I lie to therapists,
Sinning my way through each day.
I pin up my cheeks with safety pins,
Paint my eyelashes with tar,
Stain my cheeks with rose petals,
Comb my hair with thorns.
Climbing trees in the dead of night
Just to be closer to the moon,
I dangle precariously from the branches.
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