I want to hang art in the vaulted ceilings of your chest

Appreciate the space like
footstep
echo
silence

Hang paintings of ugly beauty from the knives still stuck in your back

That was what all this pain has been meant for
To hang art from

Newspaper clippings of suicides still walking into heaven
Their faces finally happy
Maybe one is waiting for you

Jackson ******* rugburn that taught you forgiveness

Hyper realistic pencil drawings of people you wish you could forget

Featherless doves in cages with the latches open,
offering their freedom to you a feather at a time

Sickly psalms coating the walls like wet silk
Like paper papermachet prayer
Like a piniata

Take a baseball bat to it
Lose your breath like a hallelujah

There is so much beauty inside of you
Every ugly moment
molded

I want to hang art in the vaulted ceiling of your chest

Get lost in the museum behind your *******....