grumbling open white rather, pale pink “You better sit tight, now you’re on for a show” oh, but I am tall, golden, opulent white feathered wings black feathered tail red hearted soul tainted, sin red. and then me grumbling open bronzed rather, sun-kissed “I’m ready for it all” oh,
Are your lungs a reminder that no matter how you live
he’ll still fill it with mutilated self-esteem, despicable men and yourself?
I sketch with ferocity
write with even more
my veins draw for me
write even more
pens and pencils never break then