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Something comes alive As if my head is above water For the first time in months I breathe while I can Before I go back under Into the safety of the darkness Where you can't see me drowning

I’ll never sit still again. When I rumble along the pieces of me rattle around and rearrange. They never feel out of place when they move too fast for me to see. Too fast for me to check, and double check. When I stop, and wait for them to flit back into place, Suddenly I realize they never fit together at all.

Water rains down like bullets. I suck on my tortured lips and wish, Wish they’d go right through me. The piercing wind beats down my figure Deepening the scars, the flaws in my design The holes in me fight to be filled. Raindrops fall like rivers, cascading down my skin I wish I could just crumble, right into dust, And join the rocky reflection at my feet. Let the pain scorch through my bones Let it ignite, engulf my brittle frame I’ll melt with it.

You are my sweet sickness And I'm in too deep We rot together like sugar in a cavity And I crave it Flowers grow over the carcass Of all the things I thought you were But should you blame me If I smell the sweet stink Of despair and find It to be so lovely Would anyone Blame me

summer has a distinct aroma of cooling pavement and lingering humidity and the sticky feeling of walking to your car alone at night, in clothes that are suddenly not warm enough