Among the Wildflowers

You were born

On a leap year

Fill in the gaps

Spinning gears

Keep catching your cracks

Skipping teeth

Keep calling you back

Telling stories

Pretending they’re fact

Let me go, too unstable to wane

Chewing wildflowers to numb the pain

Cut the lines

You’ll be fine

But if you break when I break

Will you carry me away?

Will you fall on your blade

Just to hear when I’m saying I can’t?

You came out

Started bruising

Find it tough to admit

When your losing

Oh, what should I think?

Carefully crafted

Commercial disaster

They take what you’re after

And get what they want out of you

Cut the lines

You’ll be fine

But if you break when I break

Will you carry me away?

Will you fall on your blade

Just to hear when I’m saying I can’t?

Dissociate from touch, you’re tilting to pull

The others with you, posed shakespearean skull

We see in different pictures

You play the imperial stealing the power to waste away

You took the comfort from the lights in her soul

Projected map of the body, it's crass, abject, colonial

You passed disease presented to you at birth

Held underwater, told to scream your self worth (It wasn’t good enough)

Entrust the secrets to the backs of your arms

Killing the self as to protect it from harm