So I guess I am back //(in my hometown for a while)

You are laughing while decorating

a corpse. The echo of life and death

bouncing around the corners

of your warm boxes. I know you don't measure your life

in shapes

like I do. You are the lucky kind. The kind that collects memories

instead of survival lessons.

So often, I wonder who I was

before I became this creature.

Was she always collecting

hard pieces of trauma

to wear as jewelry? I'm looking for reasons to use

the disgusting music

in my throat. Maybe you're the type

to listen.

To listen.

To listen.

Do not tell me what you hear.

#poetry