Writing

I am

Doors to her mirrors
tucked in the corner there's a
baby
with a smile like hers
baby face
she's a kitten today
with bunny ears that
flash red.

Dip down just 'there'
tap the screen she's so
exact
just in the way you bled
for her alone
stop that she can't
feel any more
so lonely.

Ruffled up like
Queen Eliza
cut her off
right when she thought
she'd found her voice
tickled pink like
that strange cigar
vicar man
shut up.

She's not made of sugar
can't dissolve away
and she's not gonna kiss you
you'll bite her lips for taste like
ivy
but she can't scream
she's salt, iron, pepper
bitter so bitter
if only.

Choppy like
sea waves in winter
rain storm
shoot out in puddle farm
bounced like a sound barrier
'get out of my mind
please God it's raping my mind'

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