There are roses in my veins,
clouds in my lungs,
my bones are made of stone.

Honey drips from my tongue
with every word I speak
there are ashes on the floor.

My eyelids flutter like the wings of a butterfly
and I realize

I am drowning.

This art I have become is imploding
I am smothering myself from the inside out.

The fire within me has extinguished
but I burn everything I touch.