i did this thing where i flushed all of the people and memories into a bottle
a bottle of gin
my dad used to tell me
you will forget everything
i watched the rip tide of *******
relationships
drag the things and people i thought
i loved the most
into a missing side of the ocean
no coordinates just space
thank you whispered my soul
i opened the chamber of gardens
welcomed new visitors in
smelt oils of lavand
as my mind wandered into a
psychedelic horror
at night corners open up in my dreams
enough to fill the carved puff mist with
walking nightmares
an apocalypse of creatures
who have forced my eyeballs open
took away sweet dreams from me
i don’t even say
sweet dreams anymore
i just let the bed bugs bite