My father hid himself
within the smoke
underneath my ribcage
Sometimes he rattles his fingers
underneath my bones
and squirms his hands
around my ticker
He taught the monster under my bed
to crawl under my skin
and stick his filthy fingers
in the cracks of my brain
and break it in half
His name echoes the canals of my ears
and his shadow haunts every step
I wish I could’ve made
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 9:31 PM UTC
My father hid himself
within the smoke
underneath my ribcage
Sometimes he rattles his fingers
underneath my bones
and squirms his hands
around my ticker
He taught the monster under my bed
to crawl under my skin
and stick his filthy fingers
in the cracks of my brain
and break it in half
His name echoes the canals of my ears
and his shadow haunts every step
I wish I could’ve made
The day you blew smoke in my face I knew I'd be gone forever.
