Letters - Itoldyouiwouldeatyou

Calmly resigning, a sense of unease

My breath turns to steam in front of me

Drunk in a field, my friends leave without me

I find the ecstasy in fumbling

I was a child’s letter to God

Hope for everyone

Unto the earth is born safety, love and trust

I Am Not Your Fault

Skinnier than me, running, hiding between trees

Covering bruises pre-emptively

Fist turns to palm, turns to arm in broken arm

There’s no harm in forgetting me

I was a child’s letter to God

Hope for everyone

Unto the earth is born safety, love and trust

I Am Not Your Fault

There’s blood between my teeth

I look fifteen, I am fifteen

I ask you to marry me

What the fuck happened to me?

One-legged gutter man

Expose my heart, remove the pen

The only prayer I know —

‘May God make my conviction show.'