The Hormonal Umbrella

Closed doors Cyni Poeti 2018

I want to shut down
Give me the thorn to bleed on
Tell me why I  need to feel
the pain this inflicts
When will the need to be you fall away
Kitten pout and the need to stop
All blood leaves my face
when the mirror shatters
All delusions of acceptability
You are under my fingernails
The screaming scratches of not good enough
The sun fades behind the sequins
The fire in me put out
Under competition of yellow and intellect
Watch me fizzle under your feet
Pierce me , mark your spot