Miss Me

The moon only leaks red when I’m with you,

And time turns to vapor, then paints me blue.

I hope one day you get a chance to kill it.

Once you bury me, burn my soul on a skillet.

The air bleeds venom whenever I scream,

And the more I fight, the more I rip my seams.

I pray that one day you will miss my fury

Or the times I made your world go blurry.

-Jackie