25 from Home Sick by Lein

oh woman,
who lives in the walls
dancing throughout the halls
skin soft in stagnant water
look right but cant see her
always burdened never bothered
she offers you her broken spine
and leaves a mangled body left behind
rejecting your twisted rotten mind
her emptiness will wither in time

in her black collared dress with piercing eyes
soothing my silent sighs
she had good bones
but a bad omen
don't rest with things unspoken

my lungs are still black and my fingers always frozen
your body's 666 feet in the ground
but mine is still in motion

its so weird that i survived,
you would have been 25

its so weird that i survived,
you'll never be 25

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• Portland