Shedding yet another shell—
What if I wanted to take this state and preserve it?
Chalking up another mile;
Would it matter if I decided to curb it?

Repetitive terror of
Losing myself in tornadoes of golden allusions;
Is there blood pulsing deep
Underneath the blooming contusions?

Is it possible to feel lost and found at the same time?
To be raped and to be happy?
To have my tongue shorn to forget the shrines I
Built to remind me of this

Under drowsy covers quell
Peeling back all my purple scabs in the mornings
Can I hang my sheets to dry?
Distraction from these awkward paper adjournings

Is it possible to feel lost and found at the same time?
To be raped and to be happy?
To have my tongue shorn to forget the shrines I
Built to remind me of this

Remember, remember,
That year-long November
It was fall but snow was abound