A widow's vine with wool lips and arrow teeth
A stranger to whom, I no longer  know
You once loved literature and putting words to print
Now I'm stifling unconsciously, in silence painting our home with strain

Dandelion hair
Firebird eyes
Angel limbs
Barefoot in my wedding cake
Holding on to make-believe

Drowning in small town talk
Coming undone in everyone else's eyes
With paper cuts on my mind

You nose-dived into my mind, through layers of affliction
Removing the knots from my heartstrings
My lips quivering
Freebase powder flowing loosely,across my disguise
I have perfected impersonating whom, I use to be

Pitifully shuffling into a pointless destination
Trembling limbs stained grey from old habits
My purpose of life is decaying, following a map with no lines
Speaking with  liquid eyes, unable to face  the truth
These walls are so bare, our bed is stamped with your smell
Sleep has become minuscule and when it does come the dreams rattle me so
I'm lacking oxygen and I could give a ****
The smell of jasmine will not escape my nose
Everyday is a scar and you're just a ghost  that haunts my spirit
I'm back to my bottom shelf selection
You're cordially invited to my scrutinize my demise

Biting my nails at the age of three
Peach fuzz is what you called it
You sick *******
Why is it I'm the one living inside a grave ?

My sock monkey in my arms
Still have sand in my  bathing suit
I see red but  not sure from where
I try and bury myself ,but I can't hide
The waves today were the ones I wanted to carry me away