lily

You don't know lifes tattered edges cutting you beneath your feet. 6 am my time hallucinating talking to a lost friend that stole all your secrets and left them on the answering machine. she breathes heavy stomping on her floors, hair is crazy like medusa, we both see snakes everywhere when i open little white letters, typed in small dark letters he says he saw death in my eye and i watch them ride away to some sense of salvation, the dirt blowing in my hair. soon i will have to build my own home, maybe out of bamboo, because this land, this roof, these doors do not welcome me.
Love, Lily