The fish sailing in its mind are breathing human thoughts and I can't help but feel like I'm trapped in between a game of crochet and her legs.
I ought to go to the dentist but my teeth are digging into my skull and I can't get my tongue untied.
My great uncle died screaming at my nine year old self and I didn't feel to think about what it meant to go away.
I sold homeless nipples on the internet so I could afford a sledge to break the loving door that keeps me away from water.
I'm dying of nothing and my family is so happy.
Friends spewed alphabet soup and it spelled potential.
I got raped by potential and it didn't feel sharp.
Before I'm alive I'm going to build a monument for everyone that was afflicted.
