Iva

The dream Iva
makes my cold brain cry
The ice is wet
My eyes are dry.

I think about you
Walking home in the rain
When, despite the weather,
You whisper "It's all the same"

Your lunch box is sad
That its contents are crappy
But despite this fact,
It makes you feel happy.

I think about you walking
Alone, in the desert
Would you spin, then scream for help?
And if so, would you get it?

I dream of you walking back to your house,
Getting your arm, and cutting.
I know it's a lie, that you're smarter than that
But that still doesn't stop me from shuddering.