dynamic [poetry]

??? - garden music

I asphyxiate the garden you planted in my lungs with weeds inhaled. I go on so many trips to try to forget but somehow, I always remember. So I spend my days killing time with eons of closed eyes and low breaths. Apparently, happy pills kill memories of when you were saddest, and I guess that's why I pop so many. Sometimes I can still hear your twinkle, but dangling from the heavens seems far more appealing than your wind chimes. I still find myself cooped up on the corner of my rooftop and playing back your lullabies, I know I shouldn't but it's all I hear. You hang from my ribcage and kickbox with my stomach; I just pray and pray that one day I'll swallow enough drown out your music and give me the eternal sleep I've been yearning for.