Hurts like Heaven

There is a lyric

in me and it's

knocking on

my chest. It's

rebounding in my eye

sockets and scrawling

across my cheeks.

It's leaping over

my lips and jolting

through my bones.

It's pounding under

my skin and running

through my hair.

I'm all wrapped up

in the starlit dress

of these lyrics—

sheet music wallpaper

stapled to the sky

I'm spinning in

between atmospheres,

dreams and nightmares.

This song is leaving

ink poisoning in my pulse.

I am its puppet

all strung up, made up

in all its beautiful shades.

I'm dancing

and I can't stop.