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

Love Request

Love, come sit under
My weeping willow
Tell me a story

I don’t know where to go

Love, hear my weary heart
And beat me into
The center of the earth

Love, hide my name in a place
Where I don’t care about myself