Twenty3

All along sitting her in this tiny tree
Fields are opening up to magenta sea
I'm a coward I can't even face myself
Every hour I think of erasing self, slow.

I'll be watching you, while you're watching me.

Drop tile ceiling builds my landscape every night
Basement windows are barely letting in light.
Frozen, wanting, surviving to be, just be
Twenty three marks a time I will never leave, no.

I'll be watching you, while you're watching me.