There's a place in my mind that stinks like fetid flesh
The bones of my past selves and the people I've clawed through rest there
Wrapped in chains made of sinew
I only shiver because a ghost that lives in me dances to the moon
And my thoughts that drift down this place in my mind
They are never good
They are bathroom sinks and the salt-bitter smell of regret
They are rotting smiles and car chases I'll never be a part of
This place in my mind that holds nothing but bones and chains
It calls to me in the sweet sticky breath of my dreams
It lures me in and my bare feet touch bone
Darkness envelops me and tells me I'll never leave
I'm forced to face all the chains I have made
The bones of those I've hurt
My eyes are rivers that open and finally
I think and I say with my lungs flooding
I am home.
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Lured By Life
Poetryso you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop or if its time to cross the bright highways and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then maybe you'd be an explorer
