Fear strikes deeper than the blade
Dripping from the walls,
All the walls
Down, down
All the doors are open
And they shut, shut
My voice is stuck
A thick throat
The color red has its own life,
Just like green,
Hissing
Inflammatory confection
I am afraidness
I was born to be sticky and
Distressing
I’m howling you
Things have to be replaced by me,
Put in a different order, orderly
What’s it like to live without hands?
My throat
Elastic
Pulling,
Pulling from behind
Sunshine is so relaxing on your skin
Why can I do everything?
Brightness in my fingertips
My heart fills
Tight
Tight
Tight
Tight
Tight
There is no knot
I am here to make others feel loved
Can someone put a hand on my shoulder?
You cannot fail at loving
You cannot fail at loving
You cannot fail at loving
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