I told my friend while we walked in the road

And I wore my hair tucked into a hat and the hat tucked into a hood

That I think David doesn’t know the difference 

Between trying to not hurt me and trying to not witness me being hurt

She said maybe you’ve got a void of like unlovability

And something will fill the void but it won’t be David

Not the first time that’s been clear to an observer

Filling 

Cream inside a donut

Organs inside a cat

Potatoes inside a pierogi

Down inside my pillow

Down inside my fibers

Where I likely keep the script for my life 

I’m floating buzzing above it wondering if medicated 

Escape is valid for historically happy girls