Sometimes I wonder if you’re still out there somewhere walking into the heads of other People’s bodies

Maybe that’s why when my brain explodes it’s as though my thoughts are upgrading to the highest floor of the psychiatric wards

Sometimes I fantasize about being raised by you and having felt like I wasn’t a burden because almost all of us in the house would be used to carrying the weight of everyone else’s misfortunes and immoralities that it wouldn’t phase us

But I was given to two pairs of hovering hearts and love filled pupils and lifted off the ground with a swoop of passion and a lick of heart

Sometimes I swim oceans around what I’ve done and I start to swallow the creatures that inhabit my body before they eat through my cells and call me home

But I am not what I have consumed, rather I am both beast and soft petals


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