Sublime, and a crime
Exhaling toxicity
Now how freedom feels

Sublime, and a crime
Exhaling toxicity
Now how freedom feels
Ceremony wouldn’t be
Proud of how I took my tea
Gulping gasping grasping
Reading leaves in light of the dark
Sanctuary stolen by twilight’s time
Beggar-made
Exhaustion knows no end
No, friend — never befriend
The enemy
The proof — look at me
Taking tea
Desperate degraded dying
The decades defaulting me
Standing on ceremony
I’m no girl next door
I’m no saved Cinderella
I’m just God’s daughter
They enter your dreams
Force your face to the mirror
Then steal all your hope
How many closets did we crawl into
How many midnights awakened
By an ever-fixed, screaming star
And I, another day older
No closer still, no more able
To take us away from the chaos
Carelessly strewn about the sky
We were forced to live under
But there we were
Closet door and mouths closed tight
Waiting for morning to come
And I, another day older
Stay