January 2011
Pallid Bones
I’m not who I once was.
Words dig into my skin with ease.
I take flight with your negativity.
I lay with cancerous lies serving as a honest companion.
Living just to prove I’m able.
Crawling to the answer for pealing off my skin.
Something’s lost in this world.
I’m starving for control.
Sticky kisses painting a work of fiction.
It’s all boxed up.
Perfectly...