Winter was wading through a sea of hands
that wanted to pull me under.
Winter was sitting and freezing in layer upon layer
Winter wrapped me in the porcelain coffin of a girl who died for beauty.
Spring was a threat, baby pay me back that debt
to mom and dad
on some days,some days
life was just a haze.
Spring treated me for the monster in my heart,
engulfed me in wasted love and f a t t e n e d my frame.
Summer is diet coke and mosquitoes,
the leeching mothers that suck my thin blood to feed their babies.
Summer is my own mosquito mommy,
(oh don't you wanna love me?)
coddling me through meals and midnight bingeing
one a.m. purging and
weak shrill singing.