The Red Thread

supposedly

there's an invisible red thread tied around my left finger

but

after a while the sun is just something you can blot out with your thumb

I hate how dangerous my hands have become

Lately the sky has been tearing up without any warning whatsoever

I stick my head out of the window and think

everyone cries in public at some point in their life

Speaking of lives, I’m giving you the rest of mine

I’m giving you the color pink too / and all the untouchable things

I confess whatever's left

fear comes in waves and I can taste the salt on the roof of my mouth / again & again / the problem is that I want to be bigger than I already am

my dreams outgrow my skin / I can’t tell where they begin and break off / meaning / I can’t make out the shadows next to my bed

this is how the dream goes:

I am locked in a room with another version of myself and I am searching for a hidden camera

she says not everything has to be a performance

and I say ◆

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