haemorrhage

dear lily,

i'm a mess. mess mess. messmess.
i've imploded. over and over and again, again again again again.
there's nothing beyond the grey. not even dust.
manual dexterity. my body hates me. i hate my body.

Hues

It's Valentines alright. I'm hoping Pleebis would have wished his infatuated fantasy woman, atleast sent her a rose. I smell in the winter breeze and bask in the warmth of the heater as the clock ticks on. Text books scattered on the colorful rug, the quilts and blankets around my socked feet and my hair a mess of dark long wires.

I love my sanity and innocence. The silence and privacy. The blank wall shows me wonders. I watch it capture the words in my mind and display them in a mixture of rainbow colours, then fade away into nothingness.

Imagine
Alleys
Butterfly
Blue

The words absorbed into the blank wall.

I reached over and touched my blue butterfly tattoo. My signature.