We ate our young and never blinked an eye
We carved
When the sky turns black and the floodplains crack and
Girls like me don't understand how we wind up Siamese
I'd be thinner, I'd be taller
Go clubbing in my collar
With
Beneath this scape of sun
I claw at every minute as
The space between your fingers
The lack of water burns
The fear
Slow motion drips between folds
Driest tales of tears untold
Scrounge and
Here and now it doesn't matter
The highway you have taken
For
I've become
Impossible
Holding on to when
When everything seemed to matter more
"Prove yourself to me, " you say
A skeptic waiting for
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