Personality Symptoms

By Chlöe Green

Once the urge of scattered scolding scorching secluded stimulants

Have their take

Sweet hysteria subtly sweeps synonyms from the graft of my tongue

Twice I mark up my face

Told it would suit my deprecating eyes

Passing the fingertips of my empty guts and watered down heart leaving no room for a tender kiss to fix my cracked lips

Three times told there’s no need to skin my skin of its natural pheromones secretly sweeping through the open pores of my yellow tone

Fourth Fragile scream embellishing from my swollen lids can only lead the collision of rain water to a sewage drain

Even numbers are so appreciative of their form

precise picking of their perfect placements pressured from the given standard they withhold from the odds

I was read the symptoms in my living room with all of my roomates

Personality seems to condense itself into a pill

Please portray perfect panic only if there’s something so scorn that seeks sex which stabs ever so

sweetly granting me an escape from my personality

After being told my whole life, will I still smile?