the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. Â â± â just braid your hair if you wonât brush it, at least, you useless girl. â â± pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. â± â youâll get it done before the day is up. â â± guilt that isnât yours to have.â±itâs a crooked game, but itâs the only one in town. â± chains. â± â how could you do this to me? â â± the sharp sting of guilt. â± you feel something even though youâre paid to do the opposite. â± the family you never had. â± falling backwards through time. â± quicksand. â±drowning, but you donât save yourself. â± â youâre getting better. â â± â they smile like a snake. ââ± youâre the stars and the sky. â± thereâs a part of you that couldnât stay away even if you were forced to. â± they are your wings, thereâs no doubt there. â± âletâs take off somewhere. letâs fly. â â± you edge a bit too close to the sun. â±another ghost to take your place after every stumble. â± deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. â± rock candy melting in water. â± waves rise and leave the foam behind.â± the precipice you call home has a tip youâll reach eventually. â± happiness is the best front a man can take. â± â iâve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. â â± you disagree; theyâre more beautiful.â±discomfort at the tiniest of touches. â± the sky opens up when you see them. â± rain comes down. â± poppy fields. â± your sanity hanging by a thread. â± â oh god, what have you done? â â± roommates werenât supposed to be the smartest ones of all. â± theyâve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. â± you try to help, but it only got worse.â± now theyâre dead, itâs all your fault. â± adam & eve in the garden. â± a temptress in crisp button-downs. â± â fuck, youâve gone off the deep end, havenât you? â â± they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. â± the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. â±sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side. â±yves saint laurent â± black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. â± crisp green apples piled up on the table. â± your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. â± what a pretty one, they say. â± you laugh without humor. â± a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest.â± thereâs a place youâll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. â± the seat of power fits like a glove. â±heavy is the head that wears the crown. â± you share a space, but not a mind. â± they think you are weak; you are, maybe. â± â what are you going to do with all of these pills? â â± an empty birdâs nest. â± broken pencil tips. â± thereâs an empty paper in front of you that youâll never fill. â± â we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. â â± â they werenât there when it happened. ââ±corruption. â± thereâs a red string tying you together. â± the scent of whiskey on the horizon. â± â youâre the best friend iâve ever had. ââ± pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. â± 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. â± you try to lift your head up, but itâs so much effort. â± always walking on sunshine. â± thereâs a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you canât be bothered. â± hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. â± you drift, but you know where youâre going. â± no one has any dirt on you because youâre infinitely spotless. â± the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. â± court hearings. â± â I miss you. ââ± siblings are a funny thing.â± they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. â± blackbird screaming â±wake in nightmares â± are you an illusion? â± I donât feel real. â± who is in control?