fiended; fell for another

bright, ancient wound I follow home

your try-hard heart back to overshare.

if it kills for a living we call it; a soldier; if it kills but can't speak; we call it; a mirror

cast my barcode to the satellites; send my blood to sea

Or: I am only trying to slither back into my first skin.Or: I am only trying to remember how it felt not to leak.

really you really; what did you expect [ suckling a knife ];

Her mouth is a stage sprouting cardboard trees.

I buried myself all over the garden but the pieces only sprouted into new riddles

Here, in a seed, is a cyborg: A bleeding girl, dragging a knife through the sand. An imaginary girl who dreams of becoming trash.