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.