static again

This brokenness,
twisted up in
dreams and memories
heartstrings plucked
doughnut overstuffed
leaking at the seams,
it seems like a lie to wear
white. I want pretty things
dresses and jewelry, finery,
and then I want it slaughtered.
I want violent action,
bloody and dark and messy all
heads turned too, watch me.
I will fracture thoughts overstale,
and eat the lazy morpheme larvae
that tells me to stay small.