Heavy flakes fell on my heavy chest. Splinters rose out of my skin like the tyrannical impression this land has force fed me sin. I wanted nothing but to exist within your walls. But they were too high to jump and too small to crawl. My inner child has got side walk chalk and she’s outlining my body. I will be joining Sylvia Plath soon. My frozen lake has cracked.
-Joshua Tool 05/18/17