• phoenix_mcandrew 5w


    Red painted nails
    down velvet skin
    scratched & bloodied.

    Chesnut so smooth
    my face slides down it
    bodies slumped on the floor
    some dead animal
    cushions my fall.

    We fixated
    pouring powdered oxygen
    into suffocated sinuses.

    Crank the volume
    every crackle
    is a mistake
    we made into a song,
    beautiful & haunted.

    Sunlight tries to claw its way back
    through a crack
    in the curtains.

    Never chained
    to staying the same
    I grow alone
    every string
    on that thing
    is the sound of home.