Nothing to see here

I said to the girl
In the mirror
You’re still alive

Look at those
slithering vines
Hiding under
milky waters

The wind slaps
The vines
Revealing strawberries
A prick
And I’m dead again

Skin like armor oblivious to your ignorance

I don’t think you heard
Me when I said

I won’t leave you

I don’t think you heard me.

No, I don’t think so…

Once I see a need
And invest my time

It’s impossible
To get rid of me

Skin like armor
Oblivious to your