"Now" In July (2012)

Visualizations of a woman making it on her own
Ownership of self, self-delusional expectations of betterment
Better sweat, always perspired with joyous flings set on different strings
Another tone among other things.
Watching other people’s oxy levels increase and bubbles of magic never decease
doesn’t allow my own space to be free in your love.
I want to condense myself into a gas that inflates my own mind with growth
Choking the ideas and aggravating assumptions of lustful eyes and family ties.
Size me up and break down my skeleton to the core of its destruction
A human suffering under the pressure points, pushing her own buttons.
We don’t need to be a tragedy
I want to see squares and triangles stay with me or let me be
No in betweens, these accumulating treasures are measured in the grief that will be when I set them free
I want to break down the paradigms and paradoxes of freedom in shackles
I want to examine the universe at all angles and entangle myself within your intestinal bangles
My stomach is forever a place for you to throw your misinterpreted mold
Mildew green and stuck on the walls of myself, I trail off track looking for a spot to dispose of your ungracious grace and pasteurized slack.