pressed flowers in between my lips.
i take scissors to my hair and dreams.
i cut it from my vision.
from my head.
(i cut him out too.)
discounted string lights wrap so tightly around my neck, i forget how to breathe.
(i am glowing though.)
have you heard of hades? he is my father.
he raised me with boiling blood and rusty nails.
he raised me with love.
(persephone will tell you about it too.)
who do you think of at night when the lights are off and you are lonely?
heavy hands make light of your anger.
(icarus. do i make you burn with rage?)
the ink in my skin display a thought of momentary pleasure.
(lips look better in black and white.)
you wouldn't know what to do with my holographic heart if you could have it on your own sleeve.
-i don't like my reflection
in it either.
