Organ Grinder

A checked skull hangs on my wall
while one stares you in the face
I would take its place
so you could wake up to a different kind of 'flesh-less'.

Feeling torn isn't this
when water acts like bleach making short-cuts through your lungs
I presume there's no better time to be defeated:
done.

My impatience is painful.
I'll know no existence when you return still existing
I need a fatal flaw
to worm my way inside of
feed for weeks until i'm safely
a parasite
your parasite.

Why would anyone whole have room for me?

Keep making clear, I've never wanted anything more
but someone stubborn as me simply never wants things for this
l
o
n
g.

Lying here feeling for the scar on my right breast
to show you i'm not whole
and
that there will always be space for you.

Security is what I need:
far from insecure, just slightly faithless
I've pinned 2 months on something so empty
and somehow I've made it so full

come home; so I can tear a tent from your skin and live again.