Whoops.
Can I have my arm back please?
I need it to scratch the rash
The one I showed you before you got on your knees
and groped the back of my legs.

By the way,
I might need my neck back.
You must have swallowed it then.
During the hollow moments against the stacks
breathing cold air against colder flesh.

When you're done between them,
Perhaps I could have my legs too?
I need it to run. I know
It must be nice tearing apart my stomach like you do.
the angle must be nice.

I broke the mirror; cut my hand.
Maybe you can help me pick myself up.
My reflection was so pretty.
though when I saw myself, I just had to stop.

- Lee.


Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lleian, in the year 209 MA.