This time, I might have spilled my soul-
[fish.hooked.s(lipped).dead]
Each gasp__another notch up your spine...
I’m breathing con.vuls.ions [the mirror slipped out of my hands]
Ripped short of my skull through my seized
and trembling jaw.
And I barely wiped my mouth, before...
Your hands caught sight of my throat,
a white glare against the headlights
-pressured into a bodiless existence.
[trigger.ready]
[corr.ode for you] ..These whimpers, they’re a lullaby; whispers pressed up close,
so I can feel their weight.

Going...

The car ride home; driving away from a nightmare...
I’m scared of the dark-
because it holds your taste...

Going...

So, I’ll spend my days counting coat hangers.
[..x..how many more until I’m swinging in the closet?..x]
This time, I hope when your hand crawls beneath my shirt,
it recoils, needle-shocked by these splintered bones
and the maggots that dance within me...

Gone...

Skeleton.Girl - left in the absence of faith.