I knew a girl named Iris

Iris,
Don't you dare turn your back on us now,
I can see you living from memories,
they decorate the cracks of your brain,
they feed any roaring hunger, any desire to love again.
Your feet, they are bloody, and peeling at the edge,
But you are beautiful, and there are roots sprouting
from the darkness within the depth of the cuts,
I see you are walking with a crooked mouth limp.
You're shark eyed, and fiercely quiet,
But I can see the overwhelming fear,
playing the chords within your brain,
like a bee, flying stinger first across a harp,
You recognize nothing now,
almost like the world is hiding
behind glasses and a false mustache.
You are hardly misguided,
You only want to lay in a field of weeds,
purple wildflowers,
and alarmingly large ants.
They are hungry,
and I know you wouldn't mind,
laying out your mind like a picnic to steal.
You decide to watch the sunset,
but you wish to see it, how a bird would-
only mildly confused, and here you stand,
on the gut of this rock,
tilting your brain,
until you can hear your thoughts rattle.
You smile, close your eyes,
and only you can see the flood of thoughts
crushing the buildings your mind had built,
to dam up, and lock away.
You open your eyes,
Look at me,
and I say-
Iris,
don't you dare turn your back on me now.