|Birthday cake and vomit
Night breezes and the absence of moonlight
Violins and pianos swell in my head
A crescendo reached as familiarity sets in.
Pastels and hair bows
Beautiful words and decaying minds
I hear cautious hope in the back of my brain
It falters as familiarity sets in.
Bruised legs and feet
Aching hands that choke life from me
I could pull them away if I wanted to
But I’d miss the familiar warmth of their pain.