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