you're no friend of mine

i keep waking up at one excepting a sunrise
instead of headlights bouncing off of bedroom blinds

i'm afraid i lost my only good quality last night
and it's stuck in my head again

you told me i looked good with
fingers riddles with paper cuts
covered up carelessly with silver rings
so that's all i wear anymore

soaking wet hair matted against my scalp
because you couldn't be bothered to dry it

another drop in the bucket
and the liquid runs deep
and it burns like lighter fluid when it hits my skin

heavy eyelids i just want to rip off
pick off my eyelashes one by one

i heard there's a chance at an afterlife
and here i am stuck between thoughts of them

you're no friend of mine
you're no friend of mine

just a collection of poetry scraps

i'm afraid i lost my only good quality
last night

 i keep waking up at midnight expecting a sunrise
and i can't keep it up anymore

if i'm not back by morning bury me in mahogany

write me a message and slide it under my door 

i'll read had once or twice

before tuckong it underneath floorboards and behind closet walls

move a couple of the skeletons in the closet
hanging up winter clothes

and if i'm not back by morning bury me in mahogany

draped in robes of white

with red bleeding into the seams

chicken scratches etched on my hand
and rings made of stained copper covering up the mess