Yikes from Harakiri Krishnas by Eleven Year Old

I smell a witch-
I smell sand and seagrass here
my pretty lizard let your velvet fingers draw me near
the green ferns from the black holes in your eyes
I looked inside and licked my teeth before I died

hold my hand
you know I’m lost on everything
so far out
and without doubt
I’m here still waiting
for you
I learned to bleed
and to turn into something
but when nothing comes to mind
I appear the same

so put a thumb to your nose and wiggle fingers ‘round
or blow your sticky tongue and pull an eyelid down
the face you make
it doesn’t make a difference at all
pull me out of space
together we could fall

hold my hand
you know I’m lost on everything
so far out
and without doubt
I’m here still waiting
for you
I learned to bleed
and to turn into something
but it never does the trick
when you’re around

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