decorated door numbers

‘this has got to be a joke’ flats

single business women

with our backs against the wall

fear holding us back

all the places that we love

disappearing in the mirror

the minds starting tearing

and our fears start growing

shaking as we move

and tripping as we love

nothing left but respect

for the people

who don’t give a crap

about the shit that the

lowly and depressed

can’t get enough of

harm or tranquillity

nothing left but fragility