unraveled

unravel me—

the yarn is

pooling at my feet,

the string

is tattered,

discolored.

i bit into the cherry

but the cherry

wasn’t sweet.

i bit into the rot

and it caught in my throat;

let it become me.

locked out

of the sun;

locked out

of the moon.

repetition

like rain patters

on the windowsill.

so dull,

so dull.

you can’t stomach it

and your stomach

is never full.

i don’t know

if i’ll ever

feel whole.

every thought

seems so simple,

so cutting,

so fickle;

water running

down the spout,

tears curling

into my mouth

and my mouth

utters the same words,

tries to rewrite

the story—

turn sinner

to holy.

i don’t know who i am.

i don’t know who i am.

eyes born into light

light born on the screen

eyes bore in the screen

and on the screen

i turn to dream.

tell me what i need.

tell me what i need.

how practiced

are my screams.

how lost and

melancholy.

the descriptions pale

and bones become frail.

the landscape melts

into gluttony.

and im sorry

for what i couldn’t be.