Your Fort
- samyukthacr7
- Nov 17, 2021
- 1 min read

Stop visiting me, dear
It’s too late now
My lungs have fallen
onto the butterflies
in the basement
Stop smiling at my
misery. It’s just fate how
you’re so whole when
I taper.
Oh did I tell you
that fort that you built-
with blankets of delusion,
fairy lights and bones
It’s in ruins now
albeit with a smile
scary how it caved in so quickly
Like my lungs but it’s fine
Stop coming by, sugar
you’re too sweet for my gut
Take your bones and the butterflies,
I'm tired of calling it mine.
-samjam. hello. esteemed reader, thanks for coming back for another poem :))
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