hearts painted on the wall
to cover the cracks in her foundation
guitar in the key of A
while dreading her locks
Face to the sky
uneven grass bent at the tips of her toes
as she wishes to feel cement
it's almost midnight
and still bright eyed
She looks at the hours upside down
to slow the close of the open door
when she's rightside up
she feels suffocated
Desperate to find her other half
unknowingly looking for self
she does handstands in the desert
just to find out if she can
Halo fallen to her knees
loser, pitiful, unworthy
she looks down and admires the cracked
culking in the cracks of the bathroom floor
Head on pillow
make up on face
scissors by hand
murder mystery on nightstand
peace
Halo around ankles
it's harder to take risks
harder to breathe and harder to cope
hearts on wall are now just as cracked
scissors in hand she cuts hair
and is free from rolling wheelchair
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