you ask me where it hurts. i place your hand on my collar bone as the origami bird behind my ribs struggles to breathe.
there's a quiet cello string strum through the long emplty hallways of my heart. my bones crack open and dead flowers spill out.
you say, im sorry.
i hear suffocating fireflies fluttering in jars.
you say, i care.
i hear a liquid hourglass cracking open.
you say, i'll come back.
i hear ghosts whispering to me in blinding fog. i hear black pines meeting red skies,
i hear butterflies breathing on my neck,
wine glasses cutting my wrists open,
cigarettes turning into roses before they turn into ash,
the earth being swallowed by the sun,
red petals plastered to my skin,
black soil staining my fingtertips,
and somewhere,
somewhere,
i hear someone crying.
