Vietnam

There was a bed of roses Between the carnival horses and flesh wounds fresh under noses

In the clouds I swam, in the sea I drowned Until my skin peeled off with hitting the ground

Candy-floss by the bed One last text to beg His eyes, not wet Knots in time, create the web we strangle upon like butterflies when the spider just wanted a fly Harvested, in its own miraculous ways a dinner looking sly Repeating each sin The house always wins And I heard myself screaming ”I need help” But they all just frowned and handed over a tissue I was not allowed to toss into their bins

I had no use for the peacock So sold the neck for the highest bidder

We ran out of words to left unsaid So here lays the Vietnam of Instagram On the grave of every ”I love you”, ”You’re wonderful, can I hug you?”

Without, shouting excitedly, without, looking in dramatically The death owned my body and the clouds went back to sleep