there is a girl who lives inside my bones
she hibernates in my heart
she burrows beneath my ribcage
[she tears and claws to escape]
her eyes cut through me like knives
her fingers play the same two chords
my veins are her keys
[she whispers into my ear as i sleep]
she has tiny bird bones
and she keeps the salt underneath the bed
it takes longer to make the monsters leave our body
[but they always do]
she never comes when i am alone
she appears at night
she knows she isn't welcome
[she stays in hopes that i'll run back to her]
her small hands hold me down
fragile fingers lace my throat
she won't give up until she's done
until my lungs collapse
and i erupt like a solar flare
[and i don't blame her]
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
there is a girl who lives inside my bones
she hibernates in my heart
she burrows beneath my ribcage
[she tears and claws to escape]
her eyes cut through me like knives
her fingers play the same two chords
my veins are her keys
[she whispers into my ear as i sleep]
she has tiny bird bones
and she keeps the salt underneath the bed
it takes longer to make the monsters leave our body
[but they always do]
she never comes when i am alone
she appears at night
she knows she isn't welcome
[she stays in hopes that i'll run back to her]
her small hands hold me down
fragile fingers lace my throat
she won't give up until she's done
until my lungs collapse
and i erupt like a solar flare
[and i don't blame her]
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