scratch at the ceiling
tear the seams
cry for help
go back to sleep

are you still alive sweetpea?
sometimes i think i'm dead but i'm still here.

peachy dreams
splatter down with the sunset

I need to ***** my tears
into the black hole of the void

lukewarm freckles berade my skin
like soldiers to the sea

you write letters on my back
as you would with paper
the words
not so fragile
as for my skin to shatter
would be good for you
because the words you wrote
are very true

watch the ball of fire
slowly trickle into the rubble
as the young lady’s
smile turns upside down
her crystals lay so peacefully
upon her cauldron shelf
the book in which her spells lay
is magic like the stars
the candles are dancing with fire
around the a big book
watch the ball of fire
fly above the rubble
spitting fireworks
into smoke
and her frown into a smile