Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun

And the days blur into one


And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done




Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline


Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass


Was never much but we made the most

Welcome home





Ships are launching from my chest

Some have names but most do not


If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost




Heal the scars from off my back


I don't need them anymore


You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars

I've come home





All my nightmares escaped my head

Bar the door, please don't let them in


You were never supposed to leave


Now my head's splitting at the seams

And I don't know if I can





Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again