it’s easy enough
to play nice
but I know two devils
with the brightest eyes
the balance of good and evil
is so delicate
it tips with every thought
I only want to be a pure thing
innocent
never stained
but I am an inky mass
in salt water
red wine spilled
on a white dress
I live
for the breath
for the blood
yet I’ve never even dreamt
of flying
so what am I to trust
when even science
is fickle?
