Scribble Scribble.

Something I wrote, eh.

Meth and Mathematics

In my former life I was tied to a bed in Bedlam,
And now, now is no different.
I am stripped bare vulnerability, Aphrodite’s forgotten child.
I walk these dark streets naked in my mind.
Look!- an elbow
Look!- a hip
Look!- a mannequin’s pieced plastic shell.
I am jigsaw puzzle sickly sweet.
Candle wax burns and Christ-like stigmata scars.

In my former life one plus one equaled two.
You, you are no different.
You’re fireworks and summer sweat, bare skin electricity.
You said my eyes could burn you alive.
You said that time stood still.
You said that the Mississippi made you feel small.

Now-
I am tangled hair inconsistencies.
Two plus two equals five.
Tangerines and sweet tea southern child.
I am a mad woman, crazed.
I am five years old in forgotten wedding gown.
I am still the milky way’s pride.