There is this cave behind my ribcage
Filled with flutters,
Bats clinging on lime stones
Forming columns of heartache.
Wings flapping against the inside of my chest,
Caged memories beating the rhythm of ballads.
The other night a window breeze
brushed my foot.
A wind shoved me through a requiem.
Painful hymns from the buried.
Finally. I sit.
At a pool overflowing from a waterfall of tears,
Fuck you’s, and who cares.
I cut a vein and fed the pool.
Dipped a brush and penned a note
On the walls of my heart
Get the fuck over it…