Moving out

I am an artist

A traitor

A poet

A f**k up

I am all the drugs my health teacher warned us about in elementary school

I am the child my mother couldn’t have

I can never seem to exist anywhere outside of this house

If you scratch away at the drywall for long enough you might even find my skeleton

Or a hint of a pulse 

Or you might find nothing 

Either way, I’m begging you to destroy this house 

Devour the dust and lick the regret

Get rid of the memories in one mouthful

Kill the girl that lies awake under my bed

Lie to her and tell her she’ll be fine

Do it while I’m asleep

Or make me watch

Just do it before I drink the gasoline

And light the match