𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑨𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏

𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅

The chains around my home wrap tighter with you gone.

Brows forever tilted and eyes forever dull. My records stopped looping.

My daises start dying.

The roof is cracked and the walls are blue. My heart is tangled in the curtains. My eyes are hidden in the creases of the couch. My feet are in the sink.

I am scattered.