A green hand is holding onto the wrist of another green hand, as if to stop them from leaving. Their nails are painted neon yellow.

I never said it out loud.

That if I could,

I would bear it all for you.

In this lifetime or the hereafter,

I would give up everything for you.

Because we’ve been tied by blood,

Or do they call it fate?

But there’s something sickening about you,

That I can’t help but hate.

The sickness that lives in me too,

Was that also written in fate?


A pair of yellow arms crosses over one another as the hands hang limp on their wrist. Their nails are painted neon pink.

I’ve watched you over the years,

With the choices you would come to make.

And then the people around,

Who would only take.

Perhaps in some ways, you might have even had to break.

But break, my dear, break but don’t forget,

You haven’t seen the best of it yet.

And they will eventually, have to pay their debts.