My heart rattles like a tin cup against my prison of a rib cage.

A silence that feels & tastes like vomit. A carousel of nauseousness, they're all wasted & laughing in louder rooms.

Into the rabbit hole of my insecurity.

Falling stars taste like metal on my tongue, passing galaxies feel like shattered shrapnel in my chest.

Your whispers unexpectedly made me think of scented oil.

The blurrer the better. I got lost in irony.

The resentment lies where once delight's warm tears were cried.

A sudden rush that made my insides blush, my brain crush. Even skyscrapers can't relate to the high I feel as you drag my heart across the bedroom floor, this euphoria fades & I'm begging for more.

Your misery was a lullaby I sang to myself at night.

I swallowed it whole & felt it beating like a drummer boy in the pit of my belly, your sorrow the beat I danced my day to.