Prune Part by Kaylee Baucom

She talked too fast

Wore heels too high

Bags match shoes match nails match lips mask soul painted vibe

One part of the whole became too greasy to restrain

Out of balance wobble spin I cannot sustain

Realization emerges from the pain

Another ankle roll on the dance floor again 

Grey gravity reflection in morning’s mirror

Threshold breaks mascara tears burn black concern

Carousel of life spiral around time’s return

To kill myself to kill that part

Prune dead leaves off my succulent heart 

Slow strangle squeeze 

Natural nails grip her neck

Suffocate push extract 

Go out, get out spoiled spirit, grey gunk goo

Expired essence—I no longer desire you

I have had enough of you

My center is mine, I no longer belong to you

Extinguish this slice of neon flame

Eject this broken piece from my game

I choke on my toy

I choke on myself

Force air from my lungs

Maturation blackout

Platform heels to the donation bag

Anything with sequins is gone

Eclipse Eclipse

Clean everything out

Integration then suffocation

Transformation reveals parts in stagnation

Cut her out slice the cells

Disco ball you shine too bright

Lay down so you can dream at night

Girl go put on some corduroy pants

Lights out on your glitter liquor dance

You’ve had your audition, not another chance

My body’s limp, I kill my part

Refresh renew relax my heart

Her last call muzzled and eyes go dark

My lipstick life those glitter nights 

I kill this part 

New death 

New start

Pruning dead leaves from my heart

Prune Part by Kaylee Baucom