such fancy storm
in the vortex of the room
too touchy (too fearful?)
and I already mourn

how things can go sour
when I plan to bring a flower
and you strip me with your eyes

bring back time in the playground
let us play with all the flowers
let us float without superpowers
and let us be real

for once,
it shouldn’t be surprising then

(it shouldn't be//basorexia* 2022)