and says to the masses (which are really only me) here i am come & kill me
i pelt her with little alphabetic prayers a list of words
one for every day of bleeding (arcana spill or split bordeaux guilty gentian hollow lilt)
we each pretend this means anything it doesn’t they’re just words i picked
because i liked them she knows this she expected more she wanted me
to come at her with a dagger says cut it out of me i don’t want it
you don’t get a choice i tell her you were born with this blue belief this heart in your hands
eat it if you want it gone