i-v-i.

upon review, red marks settle themselves aside mistakes

my laughter chokes at the thought of saying goodbye, but

who allows the broken to cut themselves with glass?

your dismay irks me

and i chirp like a bird in self defense, when perhaps i should

fly away

i want to fall

fall into your arms

but my pride supports the muscles that hold my spine straight,

as straight as curved bones can be

until then, your presence will play chopsticks on my ribcage and sonatinas on my backbone

because pure hearts are causing me to question everything i know

the lights go out

and i am left alone with the inversions