By Sophia Kriegel | @sophkriegel
A knife on the tongue turning into a tongue
-Ocean Vuong
A gun and a clown and a flower for a bullet The
thing that kills me loves me, in the end There is
blood on the floor and on my hands I use it as
hair dye The room is red Anger is my new
favorite color I keep a ladybug on my thumb
And then it dies, by accident The boy rips the
wings off of dragonflies, for fun But kisses me
on the forehead in the morning So I love him
My house is burning in the middle of winter I
dance in front of the fire to keep warm I am so
good At turning the sharp of steel into soft belly
My mother gives me a handful of chocolate And
it melts before I can eat it I lick my palms until
they are clean, again
