what should I do, to fight?
my clothes are off.
outside a bird.
inside, too many walls, with sharp corners: soul traps.
outside, no landmarks.
I  am too clumsy with weapons.
here, the hum of machines
I have no words
outside, the deep oceans, and the dark stars
how should I touch you
my legs have shrunk
there is blue in my feet
I can not earn deserving.
will not bow to beg.
there are too many raindrops.