Pink nail polish that starts to chip
I spiral down then come up again
To clean the kitchen and send more Slacks
And answer a question about presenteeism
On a quiz that I pass
But I got that one wrong
Hard to name the hurricane
When you’re in the rainband
So bitch, drink some water
Peel your eyes from the screens
Write out by hand every thought you’ve ever hid
No – no time for that so scream into a pillow
(Just a little)
Then go the fuck to sleep
With Love,
Natalie