I want you to shut your eyes and go into the frightening cave; get lost in what was once a terrible dream, and shed light upon the unknown; your darkened retreat. Forget what led you away, but begin to see what made you choke, and spit up all your fears. Bring your nightmares to life. Face the evil; stair it in its face until it gives way to hope. Put away the trigger and stop begging like a child. No taking account for what will be forgotten tomorrow- begin to disappear in what the universe has created- a lifeless body which only accounts for its soul. Dig deep into the midst of the horizon- shedding light on your darkened retreat. You will realize the soul. The end. The beginning. The circle of life. And why these crazy events; your obnoxious uproars over spilt milk; carry little significance in your life. Your inability to control the demon within only accounts for your ignorance and need to feed on what you crave. Build on your soul and not your body; get lost in yourself. Crawl out of the nonexistent state in which you reside; this ignorant black hole that grows as you indulge in petty habits. I'll meet you on the other side.

Smoking out of your roommates' hookah,
we blow smoke rings into the center of the room as our heads press into the backs of couches.

Drinking out of plastic cups and writing "**** LYFE" on our knuckles
we dabble in the witchcraft of half-truths.
I feel beautiful in this moment.

Wearing combat boots, torn tights and a cardigan
I stomp through your living room not giving two *****.
I flirt with the table,
the chairs
and even your brother.

Tonight is about me.

I had woken up this morning with a ****** piercing and curls stuck to my neck,
my fists balled up in soft blankets.

Doubting everything,
I tried running through my thoughts with my eyes shut,
only picking up fragments of sentences and bad music.

A full moon
and a monroe
the only tangible proof that last night even happened.

I have grown accustomed to holding my own hand in public,
taking up the place that I had reserved for you.

With our lunch date canceled, I'm free to go dancing with poets and *** heads.
Twist my fingers into the hem of the skirts that tickle my knee caps,
I laugh as loud as my lungs will allow.

If you looked at the back of my throat you might see the words I am saving for a much anticipated stranger.
A beautiful doe-eyed stranger who drinks me in like his favorite liquor.

*"You can never have too much of a good thing, babe."

i suspect, sun has a wish,
not to wake up.