My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

Cause I might be naked and lonely Shaking branches for bones But I'm still time zones away From who I was the day before we met You were the first mile Where my heart broke a sweat And I wish you were here I wish you'd never left But mostly I wish you well I wish you my very very best.

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.

Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.