3.18 - 3.23

an apple lies about her blood being red
while eyes closed, she dreams of another
a cat dies on her thirteenth life
she sleeps through car lights and fluorescent
love becomes fiction, is was are were made no sense
these are the stripes i walked in, draped over my chest
we breathe out these clouds, sigh a little and say goodbye
grow up and seed wisdom in your head, little girl
albeit fiction was love and love was fiction, we made love non-existent
meltdown and scraped knees, elbows; tears on cheeks
we scream we want infinity, we will never make it.

i hope you're happy, pomegranate seeds and Persephone.