cuts won’t make you feel or will they?
cuts will only make you bleed
blood feels so real when nothing else does
scarring petals won’t heal in the dark, curtained in silence and long sleeves
pills won’t make you feel or will they?
pills will only make you sick
dead flowers open towards each other
sleeping under falling chandeliers, with eyes closed
a safe place in bottles
this coma kills, that we’ve instilled
a skin with blankets of endothermic smiles you gave
numb so numb
please let me try to help you surface when i’ve drowned, or get you off this anesthetic
counting hollow tears to watch you breathe