White Plaster Roses

White plaster roses stare down at me

We've seen one another before

The lights flicker behind my eyes

This doesn't feel right

White plaster twists over white plaster

Like a braid

Pressure and pain

Hands grip my thighs

And the lights flicker

I'm sickening from something

This feels familiar

And it doesn't feel right

This doesn't feel right

No, this doesn't feel right

No

No, this doesn't feel right

No, no

Don't touch me

Get your hands off me

This doesn't feel right

I can see you switching the gaslights off and on

Making them flicker

Making me sicker