I’m not clutching broken mirrors for my vanity I’m carving my reflection in my hands to see if I still bleed I know it’s insanity but I can’t breathe so I’m freeing all the demons woven deep inside my marrow pleading with the wizard to breathe a soul into the scarecrow and they be like ‘She’s crazy, right?’ sadness cracking velcro smiles So I take a slice for each hazy night dragging after yellow skys And razor stripes ain’t lady like but satin gloves are elbow high Crimson dripping from my tear ducts still compelled to yell ‘Don’t cry’ Take it like a princess, you’re so perfect you deserve it Sweet tequila antiseptic first, then wash the wounds with bourbon When you’re sober no is louder and you’d know that he had heard it Topsy turvy sloppy swerving, sole owner of the dirt did in cursive on my first rib, I’m signing my confession No need for tree trunk bed posts, I make an abacus of flesh – and I’m loony, I’m batty, daffy as the mad hatter broken teacup bracelet now, and a gauze wrap after