he greets me like an old friend
familiar flowers bloom in my lungs
standing idly by as the last kernel falls
I wish, for once, I’d die by my own hand
the tide rolls in again
breathing’s becoming a difficult thing to do
is my chest a comfortable place for you?
for how long will you stay?
your ivy leaves a bitter taste
on my knees,
my hands caress the porcelain,
as I think of your neck
I kiss my bruised skin with pride
flushed smiles in the dark of my room
a thank you etched on the back of my tongue,
threatening to spill over my chewed-up lips
landing does not make me feel alive
do you find me beautiful on the floor,
blinking at the ceiling?
most exquisite death!
you made me a haunted house
worse at night
but winter waves at me from across the room
my dearest friend
a cold from within
tired eyes
heavy limbs
you, my final nail
you’ve placed it on the highest shelf
my hourglass, I can’t reach it
I wave back, hesitantly
you, my lifeline