If I stay completely quiet and sell my soul to hell
can I ride back with you?
If I apply red lipstick with the same fervor you emit
when ripping open my back by its seams
can I be held by you afterwards?
If I disregard my inner voice
Shouting “run run run little porcelain lungs”
so I can be near you
Will you please stop tearing my shirts?
If I show you the world
Every dusty corner
Every green surface
Will you see anything as untouched?
If I spill my red wine heart on your white carpet life
Will you help me clean it up?