I carry little bits of you deep inside the dark inside of me mostly it’s okay but sometimes they itch and start to twitch and interrupt my day but most days deep inside the dark inside of me mostly on those days mostly I’m okay.
She comes to dinner wearing a corpses sheet with a hangman's knot around her neck holding a straight razor to her jugular vein with a bouquet of dead roses wicked thorns. Sitting in the Buick hose in the window I fall asleep forever dreaming of you.
. . i live with myself in the same house under the same roof. I changed the locks on the doors then shut me out and kept me closed in by throwing out the keys