i spent months in songs that drooped downwards

obsessing over my own skin

looking out windows walls plates mirrors

carving designs into desks

counting tiles on the ground

tying knots

answering the wrong questions

staring at ice

i hope she'd be proud

distorted memories -
00:00 / 00:00

a mess of chewed nails gripped the desk

covered in tallies of blank stares and a stack marked with red