offshoot

sometimes that prettiness

I can't touch it

the one you hear in love songs (and feel in feathers)

serated edges

sharp teeth

blood drawn

skin pulled

tight

where's the realness

my realness

the shape

the weight

my gravity

my own

unique

alchemy

I smell the dust

and ash

of other people thoughts

and I steal them

I eat them

I wonder

I think

too much

in too many directions

wash me in the river

clean

with my own thoughts

alone