Kalaam

i've been bleeding lighter fluid for quite a while now, i've been watching the sun rise through the webs of skin between my fingers i've been stitching up my skin like it's an old pair of jeans, like tearing so easily is normal i think it's because this skin isn't mine, it's an amalgamation of other people's expectations and screwed-up pieces of paper and morning coffee or panic-induced nausea and breath made for a different set of lungs i've been living off caffeine and insomnia for quite a while now, i've been talking to the moon through the diamonds on my window pane i've been throwing myself into the glass like i'm a sparrow, like