I'm cooking with an empty pot
I'm eating with a spoon
and it's made of lead
I'm feeding myself my own words
forcing them down my throat
it's poison
and it tastes like soap
I'm taking them back
taking them back
with the 'no return policy' tag.

I'm drawing circles on my heart
forever dignified
the lines of black
I'm holding my own hand
forgetting my own face
because I've been staring at it for too long
there's a hole in my grace
and the flowers that fall through
are rotten in spit.

I'm drowning in this wake
the traveling air of a flood
floating on grass
crawling over me
are flesh-eating creatures
I kiss my sky goodbye
as I close my eyes
and listen to my blood
whispering secrets through my veins.


...
unbeautiful.