& sometimes at night
the world is a ring
donut i put my
finger through
*pink sprinkles*
even pingu knew
of jealousy to melt
the ice white but
to control shapes
would be something
every hope i have
is a twist in the silver
bangle i could never
muster the strength
to make a dent in
malleable metal
why i always forget
to close the brackets
after-thought or
the cuntishness of
parenthesis & their
distracting possibility
o me! o life!
(yes hello
i ate the donut
whole & when i rally
the strength
i can be present too