i got
stories
bitter stories
anecdotes
between my teeth
there is a gap
in my skin
and i'm afraid
that you'll see it

i got
lies
on the
tip of my tongue
the truth
i can't even find it
i think i lost it
in the catacombs
of myself.

the fog
is
the façade
around me

get lost
in the fairytale
that i want you
to live
about me

reality
you'll never know
i just hide it really good

reality
blurry
you can't see
in a straight line

smoke
in the mirrors
and skeletons
behind the closet
door.

so many bodies
so much flesh
hanging around
in my room
on the floor
like a carpet

and i don't want you
going beyond my
bedroom door
cos the skeletons
are walking
around
rattling their bones,
their eyeballs on the
ground

and they're speaking
all the veracity
that i try to keep
under lock and key
spilling out
the keyhole

don't look
through the
peephole (no).

the fog
is
all over
in all directions

and you're
walking
through it

forget what you
came for
cos the smoke
is clouding
your thoughts

skeletons
behind the closet
door.

bones

in the walls

bodies

between

the floorboards

faces

in the drawers

so many lips

that i've

spoken with

so much

lipstick.

cigarette
stuck between my teeth
haze unhinging
don't get to caught up
in it

skeletons
behind
the closet
door.