My girl builds coffins
For the days that the sun
doesn't rise
And the night is void of light

She makes a nest, a niche
of some sort
At the bottom of a bottle

Sometimes she goes up in flames.

And then-
She smiles a little too wide
Talks a little too much
Until she falls down in a stupor
Still-
she laughs
She laughs and laughs
Until-
Nothing.

She gazes at her reflection,
Sometimes.
Her eyes are wide and blank
as she stares at the post-apocalyptic wasteland of her soul

And i cry, i cry
I have to cry
For my beloved knows
To what extent sadness goes
But when morning comes
She hides her coffins
Underneath the layers
Of bravado and flippancy-

And smiles,
Just a little bit too little.