A hush is caught
at the unfurled vividness...

...like broken fragments
otherworldly...

Acidic, my throat burns, constricts, I am
sick...

Snowy sadness filling up
the shallow cavities from which...

Like a pinwheel spinning
a child dances...

White tile
white room...

Sitting, bleeding
cutting you out...

Red, blue, black--
cars streak by...

Fighting myself
fallin' into the dark...

This morning I woke up shaking.
Scared and shaking so hard...

Mix it slowly-
silver spoon...

I cry myself to sleep at nights
pretending with the lights turned out...