rosegarden95

little siren girl, held up by fishhooks and lines - you'll only be free when they cut you loose. still, they tell you: you will not fall victim to swelling tides, you will float. (you are a dead weight.) you are something incomplete like the forgotten house on the end of the row, eating itself, dimming day by day: paint chips and chapped lips have nothing left to say. there are monsters nursing deep beneath your flesh, with threadbare spines and trembling hands, they are afraid of their own shadows. (you are only weak when your eyes are open) a new year waits upon your doorstep, promising to take all that was ever [you]