the limelight is bitter like scurvy's cure
and yet I still reach for the plastic crown
the camera flash burns purple circles behind my eyelids
my finger twitches under the weight of the promises told with
crossed fingers in everyone's eyes
fishhooks tear my face and force the smile
skin taut and reaching for their arms
a touch an embrace
anything
why are computer screens so cold
the light bouncing off my crown
and into my eyes
so hungry
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
the limelight is bitter like scurvy's cure
and yet I still reach for the plastic crown
the camera flash burns purple circles behind my eyelids
my finger twitches under the weight of the promises told with
crossed fingers in everyone's eyes
fishhooks tear my face and force the smile
skin taut and reaching for their arms
a touch an embrace
anything
why are computer screens so cold
the light bouncing off my crown
and into my eyes
so hungry