I never liked the winter, it’s much too cold for me; but even summer’s sun can’t warm me now, and I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep.

My head and I are fighting again. You know I never win these arguments. Silhouettes on skin, so pale, I traced them with my lipstick and they fractured in reflections and rearview mirrors and spoiled milk.

Crumpled receipt paper, change in my sleeves, and holes. The moths came in and ate away so slowly. Light me on fire and I’ll run.

But don’t you follow me, my friend, into this darkness, cause it’s my time and you’re so young. I know you’ll make it. And if you ever need me, I’ll be there in your memory forever. Just think good things of me - I beg you, I beg you.

I can’t touch anything, my hands just go through. Stomach walls dampen the pulse, the tube pulled from my throat, fingertips smooth.

Throw your skeleton away. Remember me in shades of porcelain. Howl out, keening. Erase myself. I wish I could change.

Destroy, destroy. The light goes out, I held my breath, I’m gone for days, chemical shift. A final kiss? Now don’t you miss me. Opened out, I stitched you in.

But don’t you follow me my friend, into this darkness, cause it’s my time and you’re so young. I know you’ll make it. But if you ever need me I’ll be there in your consciousness forever. Just think good things of me - I beg you, I beg you.