Sometimes
I hear the world calling
The leaves bristle against the frame of my window
Scathing away at uprooted memories
The sky falls onto the roof of my mouth
Blowing starry breathe into the blisters buried underneath my rotting tongue
Sometimes
I hear the world calling
Billowing breezes waltz with rainstorm clouds
Vomiting lightning bolts
Onto my cracked porcelain skin
Just to keep the idea of me alive
Sometimes
I hear the world calling
Sometimes
Sometimes
I don't hear anyone calling
