i was raised from a seed only knowing the taste of my own blood
belts planted in my thighs, back, my skin became the soil for bad intentions to sprout
gravity dissociates when shoes are airborne or at hand
i know you held down every animal slaughtered
that you were bred from the same seed, denied water and sun
but forgiveness isn't fine china, and i can't make it for you
bitemarks are the only thing i could defend myself with
yr fingerprints never faded from my collar
it dilutes with the passing of generations
but the meaning stays the same

i want to die inside yr ***** bedsheets
my teenaged years were mapped by hoodie string nooses, crystals shards, and hands tightening about my throat
i am still finding pieces of you at the bottom of this beer bottle
don't call me at 4 in the morning to tell me you smoked ****
we don't need to talk about this now
even if i let every plant die and burned at the edges
i only miss yr dog

i know how to deal with the wounds but i was never taught what to do with the blood
the meds may have chased away the monsters, but i'm not done playing dead

exit coma and earnestly yours
all ears but no tongue to tell me yr boiler still won't work
patience is not a telescope i can see myself through
passed out on the floor of a concert hall, 3 broken bones n i'm coughin cherry wine
tylenol headaches make wine taste bettr
i am real. i do not feel safe.

a water farmer on two seperate planes of existence
on the ocean floor, drinking sea water n writing lov lettrs
drifting into hockey head desire
i was born in a motel 6, and i wanted to b a power ranger
but blue power is frowned upon

i miss everything for the sake of sleep
rain can't dissolve feeling, only orange tablets
i have been trying to sell this skin since the day i made myself *****
hunger does not tie with humanity, but even still, it is sorry
i will sleep in her head until the day i die
i was not made to be loved, just to fix bikes

nothing is formed until it suffers
tree *****, car exhaust
even darwin was a mouth breather
nobody is ever done playing dead
some are never ready to be anything but
i was born to be a coffin