A pair

the kitchen light keeps flickering
flashing dreams
my hands feel thick and clumsy as I tie the rope around the chandelier
everyday I find something to die in
today I will die
Resurrection seems so horrible
I pray there is nothing to pray to
my fathers wedding ring is around my neck
a chain to sustain my guilt
I am sorry
but I am not as strong as you



To Waste
That is What the Flowers Sang
When I fell out of that moist land into this world
I came out screaming and my ears bled from my own white noise
I sink I sink
I was not meant for such exertion
It seems as if a thousand miles is walked every time
I attempt
To not sink back in