Monday, October 10, 2016

Rainbow current

The humiliation in my elbows is attaching itself to a rainbow current
Then it flushes my head

Your foot is trying to find dry land on my forehead

Lack in my hair
Drenched in the milk from your nails
I was screaming or I was told that I was
I was the void or I was told that I was

You'd put into an archetype or two in my rucksack
I crushed on the shore

Writing on a sticky note I remind myself of who I was yesterday

My drawers are still misplaced
But that's where I put my fishbowl

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