Please stop staring
Cryptic, encoded—the words on your mind
Inked to your skin.
Unbreakable,
a thin, red string
like blood on my wrist
And a smile of knowing.
All I wanted was to be beautiful
Here on the pavement, bleeding yellow
I scarce believed it, and wonder still
What’s the punch line?
When do I stop bracing for impact?
I have found terminal velocity
But I can see headstones.
Can I stop taking truth for lies?
Words, of my own persuasion
Are the walls of my own making.
How long until I surrender
To the song as soft as sin?
You do me in.
