welcome home, starling

you are safe now



the way it felt to

be older. cocaine

lined on coffee tab

les that had probably

been found on the

side of the road. cig

arretes that smelled

like raisins. thighs

wet from sleeping too

close to someone you

barely know. how we

come to be numb is

not a mystery to me

anymore. humans

breathe in smoke to

taste the fire, to laugh

in mortality’s face. ha

ha. you haven’t gotten

me yet. I will not rise

because my feet are

pinpricked, bathing

in the sandman’s house.

I think the problem

started in my soul.

cigarettes taste like

cigarettes now.



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