whatever matters after today

everything i spill; ugly, old, and rotten only ever real to the me who has forgotten isn't there a hill for a poison like me? the place where people have no right to be. only nine more days 'till the last one's here about time they gave us a little more fear and it's just what you've been hoping for, dear sore bones and rotten hearts to cherish all year y'all hear? they softened the walls for me to crawl on i can nest in her lungs, curl up, and bawl on. remember when time had meaning to you? everyone mattered cause their words were new when somebody told you, "it couldn't be true" and you believed them and you held them, too. haven't you ever thought that was silly of you?