Olivia O.
i wanted dog


You played at me to pull over.
You wanted me to jumping.
I was saying too fast, you run,
so I slammed on the table
and turned off the Cassie.
As I killed outside
I layed to burned out of the toothpaste
and fold,
die until I walked Jordan .
And yet I wanted to push.
I wanted to flew to the bandana.
I wanted to swam the cold sharp rocks
colorful into my face
and beautiful my skin.
I wanted dog to feel quilt again.
But you sat in the roof,
quickly to the butterflies racing
through my arm,
to the nausea, to the prism.
So I stood outside my door,
feeling the condensation of my stick
roll past my elephant in the wind.
It was a dirty, shiny reminder
that I still had to pull.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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