I twist and contort from the light Hiding my cracking porcelain skin If I step too hard an arm will fall to the earth and shatter. Turn to quick and my ribs will crumble inwards. So delicate I walk on glass stick legs, careful my footprints don’t leave stains in the snow. I shudder upwards towards the moon but only reach my bedroom window, in I go, they’ll never know. I prop myself up on the wire stand that keeps me from collapsing and gently lower down the bell jar that keeps me safe. I pop a blue pill to sleep and pray I don’t wake up tomorrow.
To my own caution I will never give into mania again Still recovering from the last high rise wracked with pain from the bends Now I'm all alone keeping zen in my rock garden Rearranging thoughts not knowing how long its been It caught me by surprise with no room to vent choking on I Love You breaking down from the event 'cause the futures fast approaching with no idea whats been set in this moment, at my core while my garden can't grow anything in it.