the skulls of your friends lay heavy on my dress
and when i danced in your dreams
their eyes came to life, i swear,
i counted every time they flashed,
every time you stabbed their sockets.

429 times
429 times you pierced them
you were stabbing me, too,
they were on my dress and all.

and the room in your haze was filled with coffee cups
with wine stains and dust inside.

the color of the sky was the color of my hair
you said the grass smelled like pumpkins
the guts of the eyes came out when you stabbed the skulls
they rained on the floor. they made puddles.
it made you sick in the night.

sleep well darling