i’m chasing shadows down alleyways… i love to walk backwards in parkin… spinning around to grin at the moo… or god forbid, you. just breathing in mist and thc.

i’m asking you to sunbake me, politely. i want to melt into the cracks, like earth-ending dinosaur juice.

drunken stupor, apologies pouring… wish i were high but i can’t find… my parents don’t drink so i know a… here’s the thing: i’m not a good p… i yell and scream in my driveway t…

i’m dissecting you with a scalpel… i’m slapping you on the rack, reac… pulling out your intestines and di… doesn’t feel so good, does it?

i painted a crane on the wall yest… i’ve got a jade bracelet sitting i… i can’t wear it anymore, because i… thanks, grandma, but now it’s coll… not bringing much beauty or luck a…

“i hope they don’t turn out like y… and yeah, i think, that’s about ri… i hope they don’t either.

when i told you i was crazy, i was… that there was your warning, but y… you don’t have enough heartbreak i… i’ll fix that for you, free of cha… “a penchant for manipulation,”

you hurt me so much, but i never h… i just hated you for telling me it…

i am beginning to blur at the edge… i’ve been becoming something of lo… i think i’ve wanted this storm lon… that it will wash me away with it.

“who do you think you look like mo… on a hot august day (as they usual… “your mom or your dad?” you swung back and forth on the wo… i drawled my reply, thick as the a…

but i don’t think you were ever built to be a mother, and i never learned how to love you without it burning me from the inside out. i was raised to trust you through every betrayal and...

there’s something so forgiving in being angry on behalf of a chil… who no one was angry for.

i gave you open front doors, swing… i left you out in my backyard with… it’s not my fault you stayed like… i screamed your name over a coal e… standing in the middle of the trai…

i let you watch me lose my goddamn… raging at the wallpaper and crying… i let you listen to the burning an… and the pop of a pill bottle openi… i let you feel the screaming apolo…

i wasn’t really my mothers child, i was her idea of a child. but, unforgivingly, i wasn’t. i grew up like kudzu; over the lam… i went so far as to grow over the…