It's 5:36pm.

Sunlight still peers through the curtains
And the soft glow against four identical lilac walls
Lulls me to sleep.

Sometimes I imagine
What it would be like
If I lifted a quadrant of my skull
And let you eat the parts of my brain
that contain the memories of you.

I think you'd dive right in
Just to chew them up and spit it out.

I like listening to the hum of other people conversing in the other room
I don't know if they realize they sound so beautiful from far away
Sometimes it's better that way

I am the vault that holds unknown mysteries
I leave the door unlocked
And although they come and go
Some place things inside
While others loot and vanish

You are the sores in my lungs
When intention starves reason
And I can't inhale you any deeper
That violent blood rush within thick-walled vessels
Static between skin and soul and the contusions that fill the void
Eyelids shudder
Closed off...
But I breathed you in
It's not that I bare any hate because I still crave the flame
I'm just afraid you'll burn away
I know these things
They never seem to stay

Ocular examination
You've established your authority before the fire even leaves your lungs
I'm fed up with this loneliness
This falsified romance
I'm not your transition
Your experimental love
I'm constructed from the same fabric
But you still insist on shredding threads