tracked on train tracks

striped lines
cross my fingertips
smearing all over my skin
ink running down

not on me,
no routine
no therapy can
repair
the thrilling distaste
so let me go
and don't run after
me again

it's all out
there's no more
i wrote outside of the words
colored outside of the lines
don't you want to see perfection

not on me, no routine
no therapy can repair
the thrilling distaste
so let me go and
don't run after me again

don't let the image get lost
unless you'll lose the outline
can't draw yourself out
erased permanently
ink running out
two pens clashed
and killed the children asleep

not on me, no routine
no therapy can repair
the thrilling distaste
so let me go and don't run
after me again

four fingers finished
six fingers neglected
smeared stains
a spitfire destroying the
drains.