MY INSIDES ARE OUT

My insides are out,
my teeth were chipped
these intestines are empty and they’re devouring me
I’m enveloped by tangled veins overdosed on caffeine,
Strangling. Suffocating.
I desire to smoke now,
for I crave its toxic softness to free my lungs from the cage
I desire the solemnity of the sky
How long have I been waiting to lay there,
for my flesh to fill the gaps in the stars
for my soul to seal the craters of the moon?
I desire that chunk of
somber cloud—
that coffin hovering in the sky
for I crave a rest now

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© Image from Brooke Shaden Photography