i felt your arms sink into my chest cavity,
like how ghosts float through skin, phantom hands in my body
you could pull out anything you wanted to

my feet feel like phantom limbs if i sit just right,
underneath my floral sheets, i sleep on the floor now
i made a nest. i will hide in it until i can see through my skin again

run
catch it, play with it
don't **** it yet
eat the fat between its organs first
(to keep it alive longer)
nothing is sweeter than adrenaline,
that last ditch attempt for escape