Condensed milk it were
For the beacons I bowed
Curled to the side you.
Replacements, mirrors, echoed
Boxes: hot over hangings in my
Fishhook. I cant stop hurting
I cannot stop
Hurting my little loves.
She rocked me and took my milk.
Infused the dirt I had a muddy muddy
Wishes. The big rock
Hands placed silence in heart and leap I was always always fingers warped or
Wrapped into cloudy chalky bark.
Skin! She knows the cycles I was
Cyclical and unknown.
Little crossed out tiny
Arms of the creatures I knew to be me.