cleaning the closet

testing, testing...

pretty sure it's been five years since my last confession

since I've been tested

so why do I even try?

you asked for control of my senses

but gave me too much time

So I've tasted acidic saliva

until I'm out of my mind

and smelled chemicals

that burn

or well,I'd rather they burned

than sit on the shelf staring a hole through me

the bottle's empty,you see

and the choice is mine

But I can't think of myself today

what kind of priority would that be?

cinching my purse strings

for the first thing

I ever created

More than I can take--

that's a pill I can't swallow

while I'm on the edge

still smelling paint fumes and

dusty rags as his

sweaty brow drips

salt

onto these keys