You are calm and reposed, let your beauty
unfold.
Pale white
like the skin { s t r e t c h e d
} over your bones.
Spring keeps
you ever close, you are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile
and thin, standing trial for your
sins.
Holding on to yourself the
[ b e s t
] you
can,
you are the smell before rain,
you are the blood in my veins.
the boy
who blocked his own shot/brand new
