Katy Scarlet, you will wake up, you will not
Smother the screams of the your alarm clock, bury your face
Into the cemetery of your pillows
You cannot raise your heavy head, a wilted flower
Before the sunrise, aching for a sign
Aching to raise your hand, your voice
And ask the questions that claw the insides of your lungs
Do not cut out your heart and infect it with
The ripped-off legs of a thousand shivering ants
Stop night-maring all the time
There will come a time when the wasps will stop
Stinging into the places they crave to be
And you will stop screaming, and you will be able
To communicate with another heart
I promise you, you will be able to breathe
If you would just dissolve that cement in your chest
You are not some stray cat slut licking her wounds in the ER
You are not the dog with ribs poking through
You are not the ribs, Katy Scarlet, you are not
On a silver platter
You used to wake up every morning and run outside
With happy feet and hopeful gasps
And this was in the dead of winter
And the love you were in wasn't even amazing
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