I wiped my tears with cleaning wipes
Hoping it would disinfect the windows to my soul which are the eyes

I scrubbed my body in bleach, wishing it would take the stains of sorrow off of me

I shaved my hair completely off,wondering if looking like an alien would be a turn off

Tattooed my skin which is a Leviticus sin,so I would be desirable once again

I Lived with the zombies of California streets green glow from head to feet

I Perched with the crows on barbed wire watching others who have flat tires