Put on your best suit.

Eyelids flutter in soft sunlight

Half-awake hands hang, undisturbed

In this peaceful scene,

Her lasting smile stretches

Spreading up her cheeks

But loses its path

Near her dead eyes.

Feet curtain the doorway

As she pauses to ask if you like

Her necklace,

But winces at the bruises that never

Leave.

Her story is romantic;

Her end is macabre.

She is dead.

The ghost of the stairway hang case

Tells me her suicide story

Every night before I sleep:

Before I slip into that too similar peace

And then one about another man who doesn't love me:

Silent tension pulls at the still air as our eyes meet

The twitch in the pleasure center of my brain gives me emotion

The emotion is delicious, and I pull at it

Like it’s a drag from a cigarette

My new drug, my new delightful drug

Skin to skin contact creates vibrations –

Shivers up my spine and butterflies in the stomach

I almost feel sick, but I’m too happy to be sick

Insecurities are a threat, but not a concern

I’m everywhere, but nowhere all at once

As I sit here

And contemplate

You.