7/3/08 – 9/5/09
skin collision past
hollowed eggs are hatching on brother’s head
blushing cheeks showered with floating shells
the hand that i catch is a brighter red
the hand that i raise, how it turns me pale
swollen tears swallowed by a pavement sea
authority figures look for me
the mess that i made, how it makes me dwell
the hand that i caught wasn’t all that well
my first and hopefully last
skin collision past
falling to the occasion
a means to my evasion
my first and hopefully last
occasion to fall
authority figures call
swallowed by a pavement sea
hollowed eggs are hatching on brother’s head
blushing cheeks showered with floating shells
is a brighter red