A woman is a collage, Adam in a feminine font, her father in drag. Someone between a man
and a mother. Still explosive. Mixing potassium and water causes another scene again.
Chase a high if it gets you running, follow the blueprint. Addiction is the family’s best friend.
Get creative. Even Frankenstein feared the monster he made. Overdose on caffeine again.
O Sophia, sundrunk, shoved in your closet with you. Eaten alive by our schoolgirl secrets,
tell me when it hurts you too. Bless me, suffocate me. I dream for you to be seen again.
Retire 17, leave no legacy, erase the history. Such a shame it fell onto someone like me,
unremarkable, egotistical. Find solace. Remember I’ll never be seventeen again.
Magpies despise owls and tainted sparrows. I couldn’t make her love me if I tried.
Just too much for prospective eaters. Look at this, I’m looking green again.
Reflections don’t look right anymore. The body’s not right. The face isn’t pretty. Picture
imperfect. My ribs are gone now. For what? Looks like the mirror’s being mean again.
Baptized in the fountain of youth, huffing gasoline and burning dopamine. I wish my world
was small as a tangerine. If I run back to God’s Grace I might finally be clean again.
— Collage, n. - a combination or collection of various things. (revision)