stomach acid


reign on tile villages,

coating mold and

dust mite colonies.


echo me,

the hollowness.

show my mother

every caterpillar

your tongue

laid into me.



out into the void

of my lungs.

my hands

will never

clutch my

broken chest



my knees

leave me weak.

broken butterflies

line the jeans

you used to love

on me.


white dots splatter

on the crystalline

mess I've made again.


you'll step- the

crunch will not

wake me.