I hope to disappear quickly
and I can vanish into a river and flood elsewhere.
The sun does not shine on me, and my hands are made of glass.
I cover up the moon- but it remains.
My jagged fingers won’t fall off as they hang there like a loose tooth.
The sad thing is that the river ran dry and I’m trapped on an island made from melting skin.
Today my brain solidified in my skull!
It froze over like water to ice and cracks broke through and now I’m more jagged than ever.
Please forget my name
