| hurt your horrible hands fall & curl into places my broken bedroom eyes i am forgiven forgotten forget me i am skin-torn places and sore my pores are so large everything escapes or everything comes in not sure not so sure anymore or less sure than before i am maddened underpants threw them away the next day 9am refrains and stains the sunlight there was a broken window & flies creeping up my attic stairs & into my attic bed i am broken hearted. |