i know you don't want to hurt me
but baby,
sometimes you do

an ad for a funeral home
outside a hospital

progress always looks tiny
until you turn back and stare at it, dead in the eye

target practice
quivering, ecstatic
back and forwards
adjusting to my vision
in an attempt to
(outwardly)
stare someone down
but always
(inwardly)
turn around her frown

unjustifiable ******
you must not get away with
                                  this one

but
who
comes
after
me?

i've chased everyone in an attempt to
tie together the red string that i believe we still share to this day

but no one came after me

not even today, day of unity
of family
kiss my ***

did i start losing myself when i started writing?

or did i start writing when i lost myself?

i hope you're all having a good day, i am very sorry im not active. i really have no idea why im like this ****

why am i ******* unable to cry

petticoat on petticoat
to hide layers of sin,
London in the 17000's
would be proud of the world we live in