You are an observer / of calloused hands on brass strings / Crimson plastic, nostrils pierced in backyards
Content Warning: references to smoking/drugs
Find comfort in disquiet,
in mould in humid bathrooms,
the mayhem of broken noses
and crushed aglets d r a g g i n g on concrete –
caked in chewed spearmint gum.
You are an observer
of calloused hands on brass strings
Crimson plastic, nostrils pierced in backyards,
Running in on platform shoes (just give us a clue).
Eardrums crackle
and then
they burst.
Drink vanilla cough syrup.
It will burn like scraped knees .
Longing does not leave
and you will not be free.
Rip off rose tinted band-aids along with some dignity.
You are soft
like petrichor, homegrown hydrangeas.
You will crave more
more
more.
Until the only thing left for you is an overfilled ashtray
and a tiled bathroom floor.