We are all fighting something.
We don't know what we're fighting.
You make me want to throw up
And dump acid on the lives of strangers
And watch them claw at each other
To tear
Their world a
Part.
I love the lives of strangers.
You won't notice this is coming from me
Unless I leave a finger print.
One small part
Bit
That you see through a telescope
That lets you know I'm here.
I am the latest and the
Greatest and everyone
Everyone
Wants a part of me.
I am the rooftop garden
In which you plant
Seeds of wisdom
Hoping they grow into an answer
And an answer and
An answer and never ask questions.
I am the oldest and the wisest
And the only living girl on this half of the equator.
We cut the world in two.
I am the farthest from salvation because God wants me to rot
So that God can forgive.
I am an apple tree
And a pear
And opposable thumbs.
As if that makes me special.
If only I were special.
Break open the part of me you want to see most.
Hold one hand and pull the other
Until I am ripping at the seams
And you can see all of the bugs spilling out of me.
I am not that dark inside.
They are lady bugs
And butterflies
And fleas
That know how to tickle
But never to please.
We are writing letters on our walls
To each other
To each other.
If only we could read!
You're teeth look orange.
You should get that fixed.
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