accidental caramel after midnight i put on my shadow clothes & try not to die. night makes a courier of me. i deliever to myself all the words i do not want. you asked for this body. you puppet your own sadness. i do or else i am not sure i do. where do you have to put yourself to hear truth? i have catacombs & wind tunnels. all week, my darkness has grown thick & sweet. i never meant to be this staircased. everything i need is in the attic. is behind the moon. is etched onto glass. i find the thinnest tree to duck behind. there, eat fingers one by one until dawn.