I should tell the truth and
release all the sins that are
stuck in my throat, dreading
to fly away, just like me.

Goose skin spreads and stays
like a permanent tattoo and
your breath stutters before
you crush your lips on mine.

Cigarette smoke eats me from
the inside, it's making friends
with all my feelings. It's so
poisonous, I will die.

I want to stay in that false
state of euphoria with
sharp objects and many colors
but red and black are the only ones i see.

Bruises are spreading too
making their way all over my body,
my back breaks open and in war
with myself, i fly away.