There was a bed of roses
Between the carnival horses and flesh wounds fresh under noses
In the clouds I swam, in the sea I drowned
Until my skin peeled off with hitting the ground
Candy-floss by the bed
One last text to beg
His eyes, not wet
Knots in time, create the web
we strangle upon like butterflies when the spider just wanted a fly
Harvested, in its own miraculous ways a dinner looking sly
Repeating each sin
The house always wins
And I heard myself screaming ”I need help”
But they all just frowned and handed over a tissue
I was not allowed to toss into their bins
I had no use for the peacock
So sold the neck for the highest bidder
We ran out of words to left unsaid
So here lays the Vietnam of Instagram
On the grave of every ”I love you”, ”You’re wonderful, can I hug you?”
Without, shouting excitedly, without, looking in dramatically
The death owned my body and the clouds went back to sleep
