I am all nerves and weakness
I lay on my stomach to hear my heart wither
I climb the walls , but only metaphorically
I am lights on, when I am falling asleep
I am lights off, when you’re talking to me
about the things that should stick.
I am relentless in my dedication to hurt
I have always been dedicated to my allergies
they come in metaphors
they are rose petals and strawberries
I am the desert tortoise hit by fast cars,
the night and her assassination
mud trails on my belly
teethmarks on my arm
reminders of the love you carried for me
and how quickly it is gone.