I know
where all the exits are.
winter comes too soon,
trapping air inside
my lungs until
it turns stagnant
with tension and
rots over.
I don't know
what kind of creature
tiptoed in and
pulled the stitches
from my eyes - -
yellow as nicotine
& hanging from
my cheekbones
like stillborn tears
I will hide up here
until tomorrow




And yeah, that's kind of what I was trying to do with this. It's kind of a stream-of-conscious thing about my mom's boyfriend [who I have a lot of issues with] being here, and how I basically hide from him. Thank you for reading, I really appreciate it. 




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