take me up to my room,
body that I trust so much
too much
I’ve never let anyone else into my room ever since
*
I believe that he died but he kept on living in his past
that was shared by the living
*
yes, he perished, but he was still in that house
*
the house that felt like home, the house that haunts me still
*
I never felt like I was the only one in a room
but the only one that could be seen
*
p e r c e i v e
me
still
*
his whole world collapsed
and his urn contained him
*
upon his death
I became a different person altogether
*
saw the cracks in your person
the cracks cannot change
the person cannot change
I need to adapt to the cracks
I need to contort my behaviour
unseen, unheard, disappear
until the cracks ask for me
and intend to devour me
the cracks grew
and I shrank
open mouth
amuse-bouche
*
he’s still in that house
reliving death
Croque-Melpomene 