driftwood

[childisgone]

This is a horrible rough draft, but I felt like posting in my LJ because it's been so fucking neglected due to my writer's block.

Attempt to enjoy this, and if you can't, please please help me make it better.

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gaping mouths to open canyons;
bring down this house of melancholy
so i can call you my little girl

put those pretty ribbons in your hair
and make a rainbow with your washable paints
just don't get the red on your hands

or you'll be caught between childhood
and chocolate, burning your palm
into either with proof of existence

you can't pretend to be anonymous in
this society where you don't belong-
in a world whose reflection is too
oblong to be distorted and too
geometrical to be ignored

i told myself that buckling my knees
would be the end

and baby, i'm kneeling for you