Spinning bottle caps

On everything you forgot
In such a hurry to leave
These boxes sit like dead company


Biting my nails
The snail trailing time
You didn’t even tell me
What I did wrong


My heart a bleeding artery
Hanging like these vacant frames
Still nailed into my drywall
Even though the house is gone


The circles from no sleep
Are darker then my chestnut eyes
Eventually I stopped asking you
Besides your ghost never replies


Spinning ballerina in a box
The laborious turn to start again
Lights slow to seep in
The process of a beautiful corpse
Growing back her skin

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