Poetry archive from the mental hospital

Keeping secrets

I live inside myself
It is a decaying jail

I am yet to meet the gatekeeper
He will be a moth with locked knuckles and lion eyes
My lungs are broken lights
I am the footprint left behind from the luminescence
Sirens ring in my hollow caves
Begging someone, anyone, to occupy the space
In screaming whispers I will tell you
I love you (when you are ready)
And the rain that pours in your hands will pull at my hair and sip my thoughts
Your x-ray eyes read my heart as I stretch my arms
You will hate what you see.