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.
It happened again,
An unwelcomed guest
Crossed paths before
Over and
over again.
Cut, cut, cut
the young girl’s hair falls to the floor.
You ask yourself, who will I be now?
Time starts and stops
and starts to stop
Between the seconds I’ve lived a dozen lives.
She speaks and swallows back the words
as soon as they leave her tongue,
a delayed censoring.