My soul is elsewhere,

Slumped in the corner of my room,

I look around with new eyes.

My floor,

Black,

Spreads out and away from me,

Glistening and out of reach.

Posters lear.

My skirt writhes.

I can't feel my feet, I curl my toes but I can't feel.

I think of you.

You should see my scars.

My eyes are streams of sorrow.

I fly with you.