the celestial city

catch me

i want 2 lay in the street

and feel the wet pavement

soak into my clothes

and feel my bones crush

every finger like an old cookie

crumbling into pieces

when cars drive by

i like that i can feel

the half moons on my hand

when i dug in deep

rise and begin to sting

like an icy burn

because the only thing i could control

was in my hands

i want 2 feel happy

whenever i get sad

what will happen

when no one is there

to catch me