On everything you forgot
In such a hurry to leave
Now 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 the vacant frames nailed into our drywall                                              

Even though the house is gone

Purple circles from no sleep           Are darker than my chestnut eyes 

Eventually I stopped asking           Besides, your ghost never replies

Spinning ballerina in a box            The laborious turn to start again 

Lights slowly seeping in                

The process of a beautiful corpse Growing back her skin