im not sure
eating hotdogs for days
is wrong.
45 seconds and
im off
fit a bite in
onto the map
clock round map
white like chalk
starring
tick tock.
im not sure now
what to say
when
i cant look at you
and i want to.
oh, i want to.
ill walk
quiet like Sandra
and Elizibeth
and keep on
eating my thick slices of fear
so i dont have to be
anymore.
eating hotdogs
to keep me alive
if that's what it takes
nothing in my pocket
but a couple of mistakes
and closed
plastic
doors.
and "we didnt need you
today."
but its okay
we'll do
what it takes
she says on the phone
as i try not to tear
they come anyway though.
get up off your floor
you've never been alone
little girl
youve never been alone.