8:07 pm

the funeral was today
and i thought about you.
an open casket masquerade
and a half-finished tattoo.
maybe there was thought to finish it?

the funeral was blooming with
tattoos still incomplete
and saved perfume
and christmas eve candles
and a dusty china set
all just relics of a life half-lived.

hiding in the bathroom because-
well, i don't completely know why.

i don't want you to become a rough sketch on my left arm.