and maybe i'll always be
that figure curled up in bed
and still, believing this
i think forever sounds nice
i would like to have forever
to exist at my own pace

i'm sorry, I say
i swallowed myself whole
late last night
when no one was looking
rather
when I hid myself away

i ate myself
down past the bone
up to the neck
made wings of my thoughts
and made my getaway

my body is gone
i never missed it
but for when the absence of it
ached so hard I remembered
these wings made from
the flesh and feather of thought
can't carry the weight
of my head forever

i know the taste of rot
the cloying smell
growth of the wrong kind
simple shape turned
grotesque

this isnt the kind of fruit
that can be throw out
i eat what i neglect

i found my sodalite heart
in an old lime green purse
by the door of the home i left
now i craft my crown of bloodstone
gather feathers of unakite
wear glasses of opal
and write in books of sapphire
in a room painted sky blue

its the turn of a moon
set at a point
in which
body turns against mind
call of the sea
answered in blood
i would sell
a part of myself
for some ******* peace