unfinished.

This ambulance we rode on got trampled over and nothing could have retained it
Its own fuel caused its own self destruction.
Lacking self control and nothing but wet lashed metal was left throughout our mess
You picked up my arms and gave them to the nurse
She said the purse you made out them was pretty crafty but your fragile hands couldn’t get you anywhere with fingers like those.

The man stares at my freckled face, wonder what it is that makes it quaint.
He brings a marker to the table and connects a freckle to another, each come together and make a whole, He’s brought me together and glued me up. Piece by piece. A knife cut fashion that makes sweeny todd look like a genius.

The nurse wears my skin to work everyday