plans to escape

sleeping glow worm with sloppy kisses
eats a million meters of meat in a day
scar tissue mostly, from phantom limbs
trims the fact and leaves the fray.

a parasitic beacon, a directionless compass
could you ever forgive me
for licking my wounds
in such a pretty dress?

i write only letters of apology
i sing only words of praise
i leave only broken promises
that i wouldn't be afraid.
and from this soapbox, i beg to know
is possible to love yourself from
within a cage you made?

you can't miss what you've never had
but you will always feel an ache
if you're always using limbs to feel
that have never been awake.
i ask if this is living
to a program made to lie
designed by me and destined so
to convince me i can't die.