drops of champagne

glow in the dark symphonies

i am in a darkened corner,
a little glow up star
shining alone
staring at a grown-ups bed.

the grown up
was once a kid,
full of innocence,
full of purity.

it was meant to stay that way,
that corner was supposed
to protect them.
but like all the broken foundations made
they all crumble.

the corner became withered,
and i, the star, became dimmed.
i became forgotten,
only but a memory
that is triggered by a simple whisper.

i am still in that corner,
surrounded by the
darkness that i eat.

the corner that holds my trauma
and burdens,
burns inside of me,
but there still isn't light.

so i become dimmer,
and no longer shine
as whatever trauma i vomit,
covers me in filth.

the grown-up is also me,
leaving tracks in my vomit
without ever noticing
the sinking feeling that resembles
a pit of quick sand in my body.

we are drowning.

- zmh