Neverland.

i move slowly
twisting between
my palms
a dead bug
a dead bug
coiling with one wing
not enough to fly
but just enough to hope

enough to die hoping

it took me an hour to
get out of bed this morning
half a cup of coffee
and I didn't brush
my hair

i still call it a victory
in the way I felt
your fingers coax me
back to sleep
empty pillows that
smell like you now

i should have understood
long before
that this isn't something
you need

my shoulderblades
are so fucking sore
with the way I try to
move wings

that aren't there