Let me just preface my memories of this are all a mess –
Protoplasmic echoes of delectable sex and co-dependence
mix about waiting on death, trapped with other fading prisoners
in the hypogeum of my head I call Subconsciousness

Of all that killing, not one regret one has to admit
I can more or less forget the skeletons playing in my closet
lacing their ribs, cuddling
and of other things uninterested
Though sometimes I poke in my head
and they’re known to lurch at it

I don’t wanna feel unwanted
so maybe i let them pull me in
let them pick apart my skin
and dissect my organs

I have considered coexistence
how it might help such dormant pain
But with this slowing brain I go flirting between their bloody fingertips again