my body is a hotel full of guests who do not pay their bill
room 1 houses a boy who wraps his hands around my throat as he asks about my father
whispers from next door ask him if he is really afraid to die
they seem to come from inside the foundations of the building
and his upstairs neighbours are always banging on the floor in the hopes that he will notice them
my walls want to cave in on themselves
and the dining room is always full of monsters
bathroom drains clogged with hair and ****, pipes moaning in fear
i am filling up and it is terrifying
a sick, sick man is squatting in the basement
all of my residents know, but nobody says anything
out of politeness or fear
until it is too late, until
he has breathed his infection into the air
then transferred into the lungs of my occupants
using me as a conduit

Some girls
Have butterflies
Beautiful winged elegance
Flying through their cerebrums

Me?

I've got old ghosts
That turn into whiskey drunk monsters
Saying
"I should put a bullet
In your brain".

I saw him yesterday.
Standing in front of me.
Blowing his brains out
Over and over.

A movie stuck on repeat
In my brain.

And some small part
Of me
Hopes he does it.
So he doesn't come after me
Anymore.

Maybe
The monster is me.

The butterfly of fragile wings
Flies between thorns
With such graceful turns,
As when it is caressed
By the sweet aroma
Of a myriad of flowers.

Your breath stained my skin
Your fingertips became a continuation of my spine
Your eyes told a story that your mouth denied
A bittersweet love song
I melted in the lyrics

I looked for your horizon today
In the shower I washed in your energy
In my coffee I craved your taste
Wrapping myself in your melody
Hovering in a state of denial

I saw your smile in a field of purple henbit
I heard your whispers in the air
On the wind I floated
My hair tangled
Searching for you in the shades of cascading sun

The hum of your heart beat echoes
Like the tread of my tires pounding on the pavement
You carry me to freedom
Like the image in my rearview and the miles ahead
An adventure that needs no map
I'd follow you anywhere

Tonight I'll wrap myself in a memory
Goosebumps linger on my skin
A craving that will have to wait
Until then