Don’t let me let myself down again.I’ve been falling for so long that I feel still,suspended in the air,softly screaming.Her name is sewn inside my veins,explosives pacing up and down my rib cage because she spoke to me again,and my body feels like it’s too small for my racing, convulsing brain. The sunlight is sinking…

Blood and soil make a home under my fingernails,the water in my bathtub boils,and I start to think about why it all had to end this way.I wonder if she’ll remember me when I was fighting off hordes,or if she’ll remember me pure, on a Sunday,barely up to my father’s knee.I used to have daisies…