teddy
my heart is a rolled up car mat / smooth and dumb on the outside / with all the spikes pointed in
every solitary stranger / and all the toys left under the bed / poke sharply inwards
and i feel / everything
my heart is a rolled up car mat / smooth and dumb on the outside / with all the spikes pointed in
every solitary stranger / and all the toys left under the bed / poke sharply inwards
and i feel / everything