People and fashion swirling on pages
Covered in plastic and photo shopped faces.
Streaks of blue lightning dementing school hair,
But only on girls with flower crown cares.
Shadow tinted nails and Trojan beauty
Mask pretty girls, who judgementally
Discuss his mind and his body at war.
Identity senses locking all doors
Keep him common and his family
Sane, for plastic makes storm
Clouds see through the rain.
His hands a blur of tucked away crisis
Keep phobias on point to stare down devices.
These broken Amen’s that got lost in torn pages
Stare at his waist being chained to ribcages. These
Skyscraper blisters on feet not his belong to a stranger in
One stranger’s inn. But white noise and static have warned us
About needleless points and men in nightgowns. And although
These broadcasts resonate weird, he stands in high heels that the
Devil has feared. Then every morning when streaks meet his eyes
He smiles at puddles in padded disguise.
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
P.S. tm nerds, please.
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