mama please hear me out my wrists are always twisted around my wretched tongue i fold myself in my own skin like laundry to forget but i can't the truth the truth is of white teeth that puncture deeply into my stomach i'm trying to explain to you how it feels to be alone to feel your own wrists tight around your neck feeling too small for your own ribs my spine is arching i'm delirious on sheer abyss sister sleeps next to all the devils from the block and we no longer smile before dinner the sharp edge of my mind is my savior i call it a god for some reason i cannot string my emotions together wandering at the curb of my youth i just sit stubborn and soak misery i am attempting to be good for you i've got bruises in my stomach and molten regret squirming in my mouth i want you back i know it won't happen but i hate it i really do please believe me i'm blooming wilting blooming rotting i can't even begin to tell you i feel like a toy a broken matter of sorts with shifting constellations engraved in my flesh like a price tag at a store i feel used i feel reused my heart is torn apart and picked apart apparently i am not anyone's favorite meal apparently i am of ungodly stuff
