No Flashlight

No Flashlight

She was so happy
that she decided to suck in existence
and hold it deep inside-
[I'm not going to exhale yet.
((This still feels too good))]
-And then vomit
the sun.

But she was still tucked away
writing on her skin-
painting p
i
a
n
o
s in the sky.
Play a little tune for me-
stock it full of scales and arpeggios
((I've always loved the work of what's-his-name.))
Because I'm just another hardened face
in the crowd that would ignore everything
just to ~sway~ along with you .m.u.s.i.c.

Dear Ms. 'Lost inside the dandelions'
Enjoy your stay while you're still [here.] But it's not so strange without you here. It's not so loud either. And I'm not sure if it's because of your dirt encrusted screams that aren't invading your thoughts or because I've grown fond of the smell of *roses*.

But I've always felt too dirty
when the hands went {way} too low
as my mind and body (screamed)
and burned huge blisters onto my
</3 H</3 E </3 A </3 R </3 T </3

Now nothing is left but a few shreds
of sanity-
and it all suddenly occurs to me

I was just a little girl /lost in the dark\ without a flashlight.