My mind is cavernous. There's enough
    room for madness and love and petty
    slights and high school crushes I
    thought I'd die without. Nooks and
    crannies where insecurity thrives
    are everywhere. Bats are in vast
    belfries. My giant eye that stares
    me down each night sits where it
    pleases. Old lovers swing from
    drafty eaves flipping me their
    birds. My heart bleeds into a pool
    where all my mistakes feed endless.
    Guilt has its own penthouse suite.
    I dream among the attic's memories.