I buried myself so deeply within her bosom
until I forgot myself.
Silhouettes of my past,
plastered like brittle wallpaper
over the closet of my conscience–
a claustrophobic space
scented with lavender and soured pride.
The stillness was sickening.
So constant and unmoving like withered air.
Neither life nor death could reach me here.
Still, I screamed for days on end
until my throat swelled shut.
My words breathed hot and foul;
as to make even God cringe.
But the walls here
only echoed a thousand ‘I love you’s”