i'm in your walls. your veins. gnawing at the
ceilings & the meat on your peeling bones. walk
into your mouth & skin you inside-out, medicinal
bout. oh, to wear you. to wolf-in-sheep's-clothing
you. i'm insanity, baby; it's the new trend taking up
the world in a salty swaying paying storm. call it
tourism. call it a lucid dream. call it the dance floor,
disrespectfully electric, deliberately demonical,
disastrously economical. economical! economical,
the normal kind, darling, like cuckoos. nuclear, like
the family, the easy glee of apathy, blazing sky-high
agony. vice versa, vice president. i'm six feet under
the rivers below your skin, rapping scored-up
floorboards like a drugstore door. you're slippery
like vaseline & i'm the sticky steady smoky static
in your ears, the shivering shadows shuffling over
your head like a shirt. let me be you. let me slip
around your bones, wrap a gasp in the gaps between
your chapped-up lips, sing your radioactive
punk-rock & spread it like a strawberry-jam, lamb's
blood saran wrap hypothesis. be fond of me. love
me like the babbling bug-body in your ear, the
tumor in your bulleted brittle brain. black
mold, gas leaks, prescription meds, quicksilver in a
thermometer in your mouth. i mean, darling, starling,
you wouldn't believe the saline things i've seen, the
curdling spurred-on stirred-up things i've heard.
there are monsters in the walls, but they know how
to recycle, & they're only here to say hello. hello,
darling. won't you let me take a seat? i can tell you
all about it: the storms, the mines, the babbling baby birds
gaping for their mothers being pushed out of their
nests. what's insanity but a sequined symptom of
your sparkling personality? let me wear you, baby,
let me in, like caffeine, like vaccines, a shot of morphine
to collapse your veins like tunnels, make 'em topple
so no one else can listen in, & i'll tell you about it all.
written for class, fall semester of sophomore year (2023).
inspired by a death fanfiction i read lmfao... this was my death note era...