Repainting August

Veins swollen and memories to shift in and out like hungry seagulls squawking behind a dumpster. Thinking of all the little times I died inside myself counting floor tiles until the moment could pass. All the first days of school Anarchy was electrically branching out from my heart. All the Mothers love you will take to the grave and still invisibility seems so apparent in the moons full and ever watchful eyes. This is what I have to share with you. This is how I have come to protect you. My skin is cold to the touch and i am everywhere. I think that this day is forever now.