Something.

Your text here

it said

so i wrote how somewhere in all the 
capital letters
i lost my voice, 
ran hoarse and screaming
through the shadowed city
but couldn’t remember a whole lot of it,
got caught in a hailstorm, 
got caught in my head
for too many minutes.

i remember the hood of your car,
my veins all done up with butterflies
and i did my makeup
even though you were 
leaving, spent money on 
a new bracelet
just to make you think, 
and i said a lot of things i only 
halfway meant, and i meant a lot 
of things i should have probably 
said, but that 
wouldn’t have stopped us
from

anything.

i bowed my head to pray
when i noticed my dress had ripped across
the center, the palest of ivory 
beating through all that grey,
and i said why god
i wanted black bones
i wanted iridescent skin,
the only thing you got right is the 
ruby red of my bleeding,
but it still won’t take me 
(there’s no place like) 
home.

it still won’t 
(there’s no place to)
take me.