your skin was white, white as your sheets white as your innocence, white as my bones dear in the headlights, wide-eyed dear you stood your ground, drew fine lines
ooohs
I don’t sleep, and I don’t dream red blood rushing through your open veins blank stares, at blank page scribbled in the margins some love words
your face was lit up by the county carnival with records playing softly from your house down the road
ooohs
your words are thistles, your mouth a rose your thoughts a garden of cold prose I burn another tank, drive on my mind’s a meadow, far off
your face was lit up by the county carnival with records playing softly from your house down the road