Not made of pretty things
And floral kisses
Instead, of blood stained apologies
And salty tears
Examined under a microscope
The lonely nights
And the not-so-lonely
And ugly monsters
Slinking in between my bed sheets
A mind like tattered shoelaces
4th prize
Scratch marks and hollow skin
Rope tied rooftops
Shots fired
Starry skies on jet streams
Tangled bracelets
Woven lips
Connected by a headphone wire
I want to be first prize
