Feel life somehow break. My thoughts my thoughts mix. Mix with echoing voices. Between sleep and wake. Beneath sleep. Porcelain face doll eyes. I'll do you no justice. When he becomes a dragon you hold my hand I'll hold your hand. He said bad bad words. Counting tears. Sister. You're the angel on top of the Christmas tree. You're each Christmas song I hear and you're the snow. Him and I we'll only be happy in picture frames. We used to be strangers you see. Tiny sunflower dancer it's hard to remember countless lies but truth remains like photographs. Enveloped in garden light it washes over me the way you watch people with careful adoration and intricacy. Thumbelina. Cinderella.
Whispering of atrium boys. Boys crying of bully gravity the injustice it brings bluntly. Highway headlight eyes fast fast things. Hold me closer linen skin. I'll hold you closer. Tiny dancer forgive my reflection this is how I make the touch softer this is how I deafen all sound. The sound of his screams and the touch of his hits I burnt myself on accident he burnt me. On accident. Your soul is the sun. Cosmic radiation seamstress. Dream weaver. You're standing there in your dress.