Let the birds feed on your flesh,
dripping down the sink
with
a calm splash of water.
Over your eyes, under those bruised cheeks.
What are you thinking of kid?
Brown draped hair, messed up like your life?
Got a wish, a penny to throw in a fountain now?
Why don't we start over, retrace those steps back on the black and white, dusty tiles.
To your room, cluttered.
Lets not forget the memories you ripped from the yearbook.
Spread like wildfire, burned down to the last page.
Don't remember what you wanted to forget.
Do clean up after yourself.
Now walk out that door, looking fresh, put on a weak smile and fool the entire world.
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