
I think I’m gonna dye my hair mint? yes/no?
I think I’m gonna dye my hair mint? yes/no?
trembling
hands and lips
trying to rid themselves from gravity
too scared to stay still
they dance like a
hollow cheeked bride
with powder in her left nostril
they do not stop
shaking
from the thought
that words can shape shift into blades
who know how to trip down my…