i tried to be the ballet slipper, crossed leg, school girl you needed
my hairy legs stuck out of stockings and my tongue was never in my mouth
i am not delicate and silky, but i am frail
my bones are made of pink dust held together by your eruption
i can only pray that one day you see beyond this body and you look into my perilous soul and find hope
i can't guarantee that you wont have to journey through black jagged forests and swamps filled with goblins piss
but i can say that over the bridge you will find water
glossy, tear stained and chasmic
