FlorIIda

tomorrow morning i will be two again and scared of the shadows. i will be two again and i will not look out the window unless you are holding my hand, i will be two again and my father will be the biggest man on earth again but tonight i am eighteen, i am eighteen, i am holding the world in my chest and it is beating like a heart (well then it must be my heart) china digs a pattern in my backbone and i am red red red red i am a communist daughter and the trains to shanghai will leave something to be desired i am eighteen, i am all the life in the world stacked around a schoolruined spine and the world moves softly and she touches me gent