i'm armed real well
one in a sea
of boring people
i have nothing to offer
except what you see
and he never did
always tried
to mutilate love
so it could go easily
unrecognised
unstable
an endangered animal
vintage clothing
store smells like a closet
desired effect of
mothballs in corners
desiccant
i'd like to carry
a lunchbox as a purse
but i'm not that kind
of girl
locked into what i look like
prospect of meeting you
again
brings a tangible tangerine
freshness
to my thoughts
like biting into an orange
juice stinging split lips
not so alone
whilst tuning my guitar
i just want to be useful
Email: reflectingoddess@mailcity.com