V (My Body Is a Well)

Eat pills. Go to sleep dead

Skin the color of sheep. My body is a well

“Go healthy”

Words that fall to my feet like picking up the pieces of broken teeth

The ones he leaves without in my dreams

Perched and maimed they just lay there

Dumbfounded. Un-struck

My mind knows when it is starting to get colder

It starts to wander

It starts to wonder why in these periods of cease the bravery Turns to hunger

And your stare goes dull

But I know you better

I wanted to see the eternally embellished doorstep

But the pains have slowed my fingers - no talking points. No relevance

Cross the street a little early just to wake up the tips of my fingers

And when the headlights come blaring towards me

Will acceptance come more easy?

Will depression set me free?

When you spilled my design into their palms

You spilled me