i tried to make something but my creative womb is barren.
i hope one day you'll understand the broken pieces i'm made of can't be put together.
the gaps will gape.
i am made up of as many empty spaces as i am little parts.
i am whole but i am not together.
i am dressed in the hologram of a happy girl.
you will know me by the sawdust that floats in the light shining through me.
the triangle rays that score through the cracks in my back then out between the bones in my chest.
you will not see the light in me.
i have nothing to hold it in.