This stale room of grief
picking out a coffin,
like deciding on a tie
or a time to cry.
flowers, white coronations,
offensively alive
I sit on the steps outside,
my veins knot tightly, tied.
CRASH.
one night of
lights lifted,
music blaring,
faces sifting, staining,
staring, forever on
in the inside of my heart
my mind.
I know those sounds,
like a dream
scaly from scratches,
horror film inside
all from just one ride.
close my eyes and crash,
fall asleep and crash,
laugh and cry,
crashing.