Lace

I burried you

ripped away from what I held dearly

I was now, I fell

dangerous presence of myself

i draw and i color

i shape it, just to keep standing

sweet soap washes the wound

but i sleep not knowing

I itch for forgetfulness

smoke reality away

i trust lullaby stories

intimate contrast in my body

gruesome and sick i poison myself

hand, let go

im not little anymore, its wrong

grasp too much and its gone