i think my medulla and cerebrum
became secret lovers and ran away
together, entwining in a butterflies
dance and working their way down
my ribcage until they could finally
slip out of their marrow-coated
they say medulla was as beautiful
as the greek constellations and
northern lights, with iridescent
fractured eyes and champagne
tinted locks that were kissed
by the stars themselves.
and cerebrum, oh cerebrum,
he was as handsome as a
forest fire, scalding eyes with
half moon pupils as erotic as
the volcano inflamed words
that slipped off of his tongue.
they fell in love with each others
scars rather than their hearts,
she was as beautiful on
the outside as she was broken
on the inside and he had
insides as burnt and charcoal
as the forests he left behind.
i wouldn't know of their
beauty, nor of the dance
my heart says she saw them
do as they ran away from
the locks and prison bars
inside my body.
they wanted to be free,
soar their wings and jump
off ten story high buildings
without any fear of falling,
but they always fell. everyone
they'll return to me one
day, crawl back up my vertebrae
and slip back into their ribcage
bars, more broken and bruised
than ever before.
they'll have crushed wings
and broken halos after
learning no matter how hard
they try they won't ever be
as high as a bird.
i hope they rot from the inside
out soon, because without them
these bruises aren't looking like
poinsettias and flower petals anymore.
i'm starting to forget to remember
and he's the only thing
i can't seem to erase
from my brain.