she is
waiting
beneath
a roaring
sky
for the rain
to remind
her
that she's
alive.
her insides
howl
with dead leaves
dried;
she cowers
beneath
forests
of lies.
long live
her sickness
to cyclone
itself into
maddness.
she wants
to watch
colors die
and cry
liquid lies
to write
against
her skin.
she prays
for pain
and blooms
an anguish
she enjoys.
all this shit
all for a boy.
