3:37am

Constellations

I was never good at conversing
I've not yet learned to be comfortable with myself
The only thing I'm good at is hiding when the light gets too bright
Hiding in the dark
Letting the shadows consume me
Like the hole within
Lungs full of flowers that are yet to be watered
Neglected, bodies objected, being rejected
Organs like an unkept graveyard
Vines, thorns, poison, and holes
Know what it feels like to be truly alone
A room full of people who don't even feel
Pinch your palm to remember what's real
Crimson drops and purple hues
Constellations on porcelain skin

-FlutterflyK