eatthewordsyoufeed

Last night you slept in my head andplanted blackened poppies and welcomedthe lady bug to come inside your new home and to fertilize her blooming memories whoburied themselves alive only to ressurrect yourstolen spirit and awaken the parched pansieslying naked under my sheet-less bed along with a dead bird and the barren butterfly in which you painted upon her, a new life only to eraseevery