Bechdel-testing my steps

I don’t trust my shoes anymore.

They hide my prints until


\ I question whether I moved at all

Blisters like clouds on the floor

thick blood like trees in the sky



”I let my fingers dance and my eyes wander

They wonder what song they’ll meet today

So I drop the act and splatter my heart all over this page, What Do You See?

Do you see art? Do you see desperation? All you see is me and now I have grown roots in your eyes.

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