the warm sun was melting away my skin as i laid on what was once your porch in a town i swore i'd never return to again, and we all swore none of this was real
a pill here and another and again, drunk in the sun
"i'll follow him into the dark" she screamed and cried, twisting and turning in the grass
hearts strangled by the rope you killed us with

"what kind of bird would you be?" i asked your son, i believe he said a blue bird because he liked the color blue but all i could focus was on how he reminded me of you
"unless dinosaurs count" of coarse they do, kid

i had once asked you the same
"a cardinal" you said something about how they seemed as though they had cool hair
strange, since you always felt better in hats, but i'm pretty sure you said you didn't want to be a god damn bird anyways.

"will be dead soon" magnetic poetry on the fridge, a shot of whiskey "please pray" to the gods i was certain you didn't believe in. the image haunts me just like you. i still try to pretend none of this is real but you're rotting in the ground while you left everyone here to rot like the living dead.