I can
Never stop
Thinking about
When you were gone
She left your
Old used towel
Slumped on the floor
Right where you
Left it.

Today I am an oil painting
Slick and wet, a fever dream
I am your "angel" in the outfield
Screaming
And you want me
to comb your every hair?
Lap up every shorn tendril?
With pride
We keep petting ourselves
Asking who bakes for the baker

Kirsten blew his head off,
in front of me.
and all I could see was blood on the wall
and a feeling of happiness
A feeling of
pure
Happiness
It was sun kissed,
hazy and warm

****** suicides Kirsten blew your head off
In the bathroom
With a shotgun.

Why did I wake up?

Do you know what I dream about?
Pine trees with long blue flowers,
heads like trumpets

My whole family massacred in a house with good lighting
During a game of hide and seek

And everything is so green
And beautiful

In the night
When our shadows barely touch
anymore

I'm found running towards the moon
Anything that bares strange light

Pulling odd darkness from the tips of my toes

Your heart is as opacus
And as full of serects
as the grey matter that makes up my mind

Your ice storm continues

Only
pausing to smell the frost bitten roses

Of your own creation

On your own time
Wrapping your young in fridged walls that resemble egg shells 


Call that spring

Call it summer


It’s
 always the same

And now, the youngest

She’s taking it to heart


It’s
 coming out in deep breathes

Of toxic air
She's named them, Tina
She wants to set flame to it all
I think I’ll let her
I

Think
I think
I’ll save her
And then watch it burn

Grocery sack full of orange soda

And Hot Cheetos.

It’s the only thing that brings some excitement in those bobble eyes. 

Eyes like the moon.

Mom says.