Concerning crushing the aesthetic
The aesthetic that I'm not in pain
Pain that I am not trying to wash away
Cleaning solution that is not 40% stomach stripper
Strippers that actually talk to me
Me whom I love, violetly violent
Violently screaming in my head
Racking my head for what went wrong
Cleaning solution keeps my ears from ringing
Ringing like the wedding bells I'll never hear
Hearing impaired boxed ears from grabbing his best friends ***
Because mine left me.
Leaving me alone
Restless legs
Writhing in puddles of sweat and empathy
Walk through the puddle
And I'll stay on you a while