gaia_lenox

I am quite empty 
these past few moments 
like each and every thought 
I've had 
is dripping out my nose 
and onto the bathroom floor 
a kind of domestic rage 
pooling at my feet 

i wish so badly to be 
ethereal 
a specific type of beauty 
defined by silk sheets 
and a mysterious expression
but instead i am 
waking up with bloody noses 
and forgetting to put the caps 

have you ever had sour 
cherries? 
they're an angry fruit 
that stings your throat 
and boils in your stomach 
prone to scrunched noses 
and tart pies
and being gathered 

There are a finite 
amount of minutes that 
I am allowed 
so you are making a sandwich 
and I am telling you how 
when awful things happen 
I pretend they didn't 

I run on energy drinks 
and loose change 
and an almost empty gas tank 
and there is newspaper 
in my closet 
and empty picture frames on my floor 
and more and more