suicide

part fourteen

you are not filled with stardust
or outer space
you're filled with blood
and it's spilling out onto the
floor
your insides are spilling out onto
the fucking floor
your first kiss and the time you
made your mother smile so hard
she cried and your 6th birthday
when you got every present you
wanted is dripping down
your arms and you're coughing
up and spitting out every
memory that ever made your
laugh so hard you couldn't breathe
and the time you held hands with
the boy you loved more than anything
in the world
and it's all melting into the tiles in your
bathtub
those are not stars rushing out of your
skin
it's you
and everything you are