Poetry archive from the mental hospital

Birthday gift

I would lacerate my tattered limbs and bestow to you my wings in payment for your benevolence

Build a house with these bones and summon me inside

I covet meaning but lack the potency
I'm a floating head on a broken body
I'll crumble beneath your powerful hold, speckling shadows with shattered stardust

Emancipate logical perception

cradle my blind lips with yours