I’m breathing bedroom dust
papering over my skin with love letters,
blowing words to the ceiling and watching memories fall,
melodies beating the pain out of my hands so that I can hold myself again.
Lyrics loud because I am silenced once more
by shattered promises and uneven love.
It looks like everything’s gone but it isn’t,
I’m still here
drinking coffee on the wooden floor and paying my dues in grief.
You won’t let me bury us with dignity
You won’t give me your half of the corpse,
So I’m burying my half twice to compensate,
I’m sinking into the wallpaper like the woman from the yellow novella,
Plaster me over, rip it off and plaster me over
Till I am a fresh piece of clay
ready for moulding again.