don't fade to black. don't

push like i'm a playground swing

made all black-rubber-and-chain.

can't you see i want to be here?

but your wings are broken. your

pinfeathers are crumpled. ruffled backward.

you're like a three-legged chair. i

can't trust you but just for the thril

i tentatively sit. push me and i'll

fall but hell it's fun. so fun.

(your wings can't make up for your

missing heart you know) I'll whisper

but i'll scream the parentheses so loud

that