Purity BurnsShe looked in a hazed window,two cracks mar the frame anddazed- her looks gave me pause,Who are you to watch the skin split?Eyes poised above glasswide as I've ever seen, don't you have a place to be. Silent the eyes spoke, said wistful, purity burns. Why hold it to a flame?and I told her the same that I'd been told before,when pieces leak, they drip to the floor-then the eyes close once more.
pillspillspillsthis is called Help.they said accept it twice a daybetween thoughts like autumn[whirlwind, & passing ideas]mom names it Smiles, shecalled it Solution. you-you don't know, it tasteslike Change. a reekof Dependence, ofthings that rot.Warning: may cause;delusions of normalcy;nervous hands- that shakewhen you swallow;meetings on that corner ofinsanity. A boy will call younormal.Continue until otherwiserecommended, i.e.,saved.or until hair smells of smoke:sign of a mind that burns.they say you have sad eyes.
Defining Spinelesssometimes I am a jellyfish,and plasma ribbonstrail out from my head.when a single membranedifferentiates the me,from seas and they swallowup my legs and eyes-that I so carefully madein paper-mache, and fromsand I found on the moon-I remember I aminvincible.and lack the boneswith your wordsyou triedto break.