my shape keeps changing
in
ways i cant understand.
my necklace broke, right in my hand,
right in my sleep, left in my hand
left hand // right and left
left and right body (split)
right and left and
right there and my body was left behind,
and i woke up and cried, curled
panting whining catching my breath
asking the sun
or moon please have
mercy on me for once
and lamenting the clouds.
lamenting the image of nothing
outside my skylight.
stepping into the cold no coat
tash please wear a coat no shoes no
socks
no inhibitions no history no natasha
faded red hair
i stepped into the cold
and asked the universe where
she had hid me. and she secured
a
new silver chain around my necklace
and the tears didn’t stop.
i slept and the tears didn’t stop i asked
why my jewellery keeps
breaking why i can’t hold onto
one version of me for long enough
to
love her properly
and the sky falls at my request.
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