High Functioning
Pen scratches, dirty dishes
stained pillowcases
uniform
Sleep.

Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
Pen scratches, dirty dishes
stained pillowcases
uniform
Sleep.
Cut, cut, cut
the young girl’s hair falls to the floor.
You ask yourself, who will I be now?
She speaks and swallows back the words
as soon as they leave her tongue,
a delayed censoring.