your fingerprints leave bruises on my heart.
everything's faster than I can speak -
my hands are made of Vaseline and everything's outta reach.
I won't read the 'random affirmations' for they cause cataracts
which blind me from the truth;
my 'reassuring smile' is numbed by Botox shots in the soul...
thank you Doctor Love.
my prognosis is patent pending.
- Jacqueline Audrey
