Poem on my wrist

Smudged and faded

Alice in delirium

Another one I hated

 

Oestrogen, testosterone and glue

Emptiness, self-doubt and now, you

 

Was always chasing that fleeting joy

Running from that sinking feeling

She asked “Are you for real, boy?

Or do you still think there's no such thing?”

 

Put to the test

Tired and jaded

Alice through the tinted glass

It was long enough I waited

 

“Do you still think there's no such thing?”