Skaya

Why lift the sleeve, on a thirteen year old life, one you can't retrieve, smoking a cigarette, i chase the reasons why, it all descends like this, the river in Spring, the cool evening light, stuff you can never leave, they killed my loving yet, made me dance when terrified, didn't worry about the debt, it was good for my scene, no one asked why, they acted and believed, with such relief, that my graceful fire, spun open their dreams, and the child?