I am looking back
to when I was a girl; now my body’s a flash
of poison on the floor. The weather of the house,
it shapes the body’s light. This is what
a girl has in common with the lightning
beautifully chaotic
I am looking back
to when I was a girl; now my body’s a flash
of poison on the floor. The weather of the house,
it shapes the body’s light. This is what
a girl has in common with the lightning
