breathe {poetry}--

thorough lies

glitter glue dotted in my eye

making deep brown sparkle with each breath I take

each and every

heaving breath my body can barely take 

stitches and incisions

 
made to recreate a smile so many loved thoroughly 

finger paints wiped on my face

giving the illusion of care

I do not care. 

Scissors dot my limbs

 
blood runs peacefully down the length of my arms & legs

and not even glitter glue can help conceal the feeling in my chest

not a single thing can help a dead girl look more alive

 
for as it is, 
I lie.