by Magella Cantara
I’m changing my hair trying to get so far from you.
None of the colors I’ve tried are working so I keep changing
Trying something new to keep recreating myself
To gain a sense of purpose but all I’ve come to understand is that
I’m playing into a dark well
There’s a void in me here
one of many in fact, I’ve come across
pieces of my autopsy
The surface is covered in blood thicker than copper my sight gets drunk at the taste
I’m constantly stumbling, skipping, & smiling afraid of every layered out confession stacked 20 tables high for the number of lives the years have stretched me apart.
I’m not ready to get access to a bottle so easily afraid of the death certificate that will be hungover
All because this lonely well never was well.