Words
finale
Pretty piercings all over my body. Suspended in motion, dripping like torn sweat. I’m a slashed tyre. I’m a shrivelled caprisun. I’m beautiful. I’m a princess. I want to be dressed up and propped like a doll. Give me cute high heels, stockings and a green dress. Make me into something new that can maybe bring you a little fleeting moment of joy. I bleed in red, you see in pink. I’ll be adorned in the same tie I wore for high school. It’s the regret of a past life unlived, bearing my heavy weight. Shed, like toothpaste squeezed from the tube.
Nobody can save me from myself. You’re all just words. Words. Words. Words. Words. Words. Window. Wisconsin. We’re all here for you, we all care about you, please don’t go. Please. Please don’t leave us.
They’re all just words. Some sting more than others. Nothing stings more than this. But then it won’t. I can give myself something more than words.