a place i go.

dead inside, she says.
and clings to her decay like a worn out toy
dead inside, she smiles
twisting the knife, licking the blade clean
so much rust in her mouth
and yet she will not swallow the truth

she is alive, but sleeping
the pain is written on her face
with makeup and pursed lips
crow's feet on a child's eyes,
milky white and blind

she would like to fly but the air won't take her
rooted as she is in the humanity she's grown to despise
she chokes it out, she hides
in glossy vines but still
she is alive

everyone can see,
they are waiting, patient for her shells to unfold

but she digs, gasping, until her fingers bleed
she buries herself
where it is quiet and it can eat at her alone

foolish girl, caked in dirt
you've made yourself so ugly