Vi know it looks like i'mV5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
s h o u l d e r s f o r e a r m s f e m u r s c a l v e s a l l l o o s e
from one another
like cylindrical beads on too-long string, like that bracelet i made you when we were three.
but these tendons are stretched and my bones are spaced out
only from holding on
'cause i can't give up on holding on to stop myself from
know i'm ontheedge
The Day I met God III.i walk by and watch his eyes follow every inch of me until i take my cold, hard seat that i was almost sure had been spit upon. he takes his hat off slowly and itches his dirty, greasy hair. "you look like hell" he says.The Day I met God III.6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"you do too."
God had appearantly been depressed, he hadn't showered in what smelled like a couple of days. his lips were stained a slight pale yellow from the excessive amounts of cigarettes he'd been smoking. "Smoking is bad for you, you know" , i said.
"Kalea, don't tell me what is bad for me."
i had become a little irriatated with God, every question i asked him, came back with a heavily full reply. his old, tired hands were covered in scars, and bruises. he told me these had been from mistakes made when creating people, and lives, and earth.
I guess it's true that some wounds will never heal.
i sat staring straight ahead, aware that God knew every. little. thing. about me. "Do you believe in me, Kalea?"