the paper seeps into my flesh
and splits it apart.
the music my friend plays
sounds like mourning flowers.

a bone is stuck in my throat.
the flesh that carries me grows,
a migrane.

the afternoon slips away like a dream.
no train is coming back.

it won’t be long before stasis.
when the meteorites fall, I will be ready.

the inspiration: “Locket” by Crumb. this song really made me emo.
https://youtu.be/BqnG_Ei35JE