my days become calendar boxes
fitting each miserable heart break
between the times of
2 am until unblinking eyes
muster up the courage to open the blinds
and the morning starts over again
where i tend to forget
that you think i'm a monster
with a ribcage full of blizzards.
you see, the sun fills my
consciousness with a mirage
where i am a broken mouth
numbed on nova cane      
and the pain is a dull thud that
can fade into the background
until the darkness blankets my psyche
in a silent cocoon
and your horror film scars
throb along my skin.