You had tracks on your arms
that led to stations
that didn't exist.
Just a list of lines
falling off and around
your wrists.
Open all hour wounds
on forearm forecourt,
that your parents won’t find out about.
Happy faces never hide
humble beginnings
in a house like that.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
You had tracks on your arms
that led to stations
that didn't exist.
Just a list of lines
falling off and around
your wrists.
Open all hour wounds
on forearm forecourt,
that your parents won’t find out about.
Happy faces never hide
humble beginnings
in a house like that.
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