1/4/18
Minutes before I find myself writing a list of questions... asking her -, hers fault it was I fell off the yellow brick road and fell down the deep rabbit hole into nothing like Wonderland.
Mrs. Brokenbones would you be so kind and fix my cracked wings?
Mrs. Brokenbones would you take time out of your list to show me the room?
Mrs. Brokenbones would you like a cup of sliver dipped in flesh with a little red on top?
I linger; I cherish; I envy..
Green on the brown, later wrapped in white, continuing to being put on fire and have the life sucked out of them until - They're nothing but the filter.
Put your fingers on the edges of the white; lick. Fold. Done. Breathe in. Blow out.
Mrs. Brokenbones give me some of that sweet gravity of them summer nights.
Mrs. Brokenbones, you've given me just them flowers to drink and swallow - I need more! I beg you!
Mrs. Brokenbones I'm losing problems pound by pound is this how it's suppose to go?
Mrs. Brokenbones were you making a coffin just my size from the beginning?
Mrs. Brokenbones I'm starving for more existence!
Mrs. Brokenbones let me be myself tonight.
- no smoking the humor; no drinking the problems and no swallowing the pain.
Mrs. Brokenbones I want you gone but you can't go, we both know I'm an orphan without you.
Mrs. Brokenbones why do I feel more broken than the bones in my cast?
Oh Mrs. Brokenbones, dear mother of my death. I'm getting better and you don't like it.
Mrs. Brokenbones I am back from the hospital that they said would be my home. I promise it isn't.
I'll pretend, I'll lie, I'll break breath -
all that just for you.
Mrs. Brokenbones can you leave my hair out of this?
Mrs. Brokenbones is this why you made me do it?
To make me realize that I'm trapped like the night shine below my breasts? To make me realize I'm pinned down to the sky and can never leave?
And after bottles, cigarettes and more and more green I find myself writing you a letter:
Dear Mrs. Brokenbones, will you come to my funeral to tell everyone it wasn't me, it was you?
