Beyond The Glass

Beautifully Sick

Young with burns from the last August, 

Being diligent in papers, passing tasks,  

Landing in place within the slightest hours, 

Jokes were made from kings, spikes removed, 

I stopped packing and moved to your building, 

Lost a beauty after a graduation and cake, 

Everybody pats on my back, 

Getting damages in the spine, and alcohol in the hands, injections draw away, 

My pain beautified in a bed with sounds in the nerves, 

I cough artistically with your laughter, 

Reminding how strong I reached, and how collapsed with my room's wall, 

I hope you get everything you ask for, 

Visit a city for my last call, I swear I was looking for something, 

Returning food  against my willingness, thinking I might deserve this, 

My mother combs the tapestry of my hair, she said it fell in heaven, 

Carrying my injuries onto her shoulders, 

Saying I hold all the rings, and green light as the grass dances, 

Breezing on the hills, I swear I was looking for a way to run from an oracle, 

Sunset in the summer, dying together, I'll hold you with a smile lyrically,  

I was getting damn close to getting out, then glasses slammed my vision aesthetically, 

I swear I was looking for a new body when mine happened, 

I swear I was looking for makeup when they told me I had lost my colour, 

They think I'm happier cause I got skinny, saying my waist won't be filled with the colour, 

Hiding in the bathroom in a large building, after a chemo, hearing and patting on my ears,  

I'll know  you again, and then we might catch the chill,