melancholia

as mentioned, i hate new years eve. so yeah, this is a night for bad poetry and music turned up high enough to drown out the fireworks, and i'm just learning to unlearn, trying to accept that just because time is passing doesn't mean you're any closer to finishing anything. oh well.


i want to watch my heartbeat spiral
slowly down the drain,
to be lost forever in the stillness
of rusted pipes and soap-scum dreams.

and this time, my skin will scream.

shards of a silver horizon, please,
unravel me at the seams.