Spring, dress, put on make up, run back.
Comb, wear, wink, run forth.
I almost can't remember how to live without your eyes constantly on me.
Breathe and walk alone, cry. Scream without anyone hearing. Clench my fists without anyone being afraid.
Leave the veil of my beauty to the birds and the warmth of my cuts to the soul.
To deal with a frightening wonder, to deal with myself.
