I grieve
over the map that you lost...
Inside of this huge mug I call my world
I am the size of a small bug...
Be an Anchor
Let the firefly...
No, no, no...
I went left then fled as if I were I bird...
You killed her so many times
in a looped process...
Sarcasm drips off your lips,
maliciously corroding my throat...
You're not the first to want to 'save' me
To take me from night to day...
How well our feelings,
how well we wish for others...
…the stand mixer broke a while back, so
we resort to kneading the dough by hand...
For now;
she clashes with everyday life...
Come out tonight baby.
With that dress that makes you fine...
I imagine now a lonely death,
where I may muster sickened breaths...