Poems from injectable-fame
My hands are about
as cold and dead
as they can be
without actually being dead.
My hair is about
as long as can be
without actually being...
My hands are about
as cold and dead
as they can be
without actually being dead.
My hair is about
as long as can be
without actually being...
The reflection
wants me to die.
The reflection
wants me to starve.
The Reflection
wants to be loved.
The Reflection
wants to change.
The...
She came and went.
as if it were easy
for all of us
to stand back and
watch.
Faster, slower, stop.
the water continued
dripping...