if he says it enough
he'll believe it one day
but i never will because
my heart lies dormant
at the bottom of my pelvis
where it rots like cherries
under a tree.
(WATER) FALL
water fall
from the sky.
shedding a second skin,
i've grown a hide thick
enough to pierce.
from above, all of
these colours fall,
creating a barrier, to
save me from you.
regrowing cells every
seven years isn't so scary anymore.
