fairy lights

on the things you stop fighting

the headphones pulsating
with words that i can feel
deep within
it draws thin threads that envelope
my organs, hanging off of them
like fairy lights.
algae blooming in the hollow of the throat
it chokes me
suppresses the vibration of my chords
i forget sometimes
that it’s a part of me now
they exist As me

they tangle sometimes
wax dripping slow down the vertebrae
it burnt at first, on touch
moved slower as it went
my spine absorbed the warmth
and it hardened
keeping it
i didn’t give them permission to do that.
they move as they will,
i cannot control them.
they’re on their own

please don’t tie my lungs so tight

they light up sometimes
luminescent glow that sparks my eyes
“you’ve got soulful eyes”
the sparks go insane,
some bulbs start cracking,
salt crystallizing along the collarbone
locking the bones in place
they look precious from afar
until they start growing on you

they’ve left

i’m left on my own
to figure out
how to leave myself complete

i look down
take a slice of me
purple crystals and blood
cannibalism, my mind says
i look away
then back
it’s greener than last time
i didn’t notice it earlier
it looks decent
it looks enough
there’s crystals, there’s some ugliness but
i let it exist