Pour me out and fill me up with your presence.
Breathe me in
Let my organs consume your limbs
as I lay there, half empty.
Or maybe, half full.
Whatever.
I know one thing,
and that is there is equilibrium
in this fishbowl.
Ooze out of me
And detox you
from my presence.
It’s been 8 years since
you decided to fly
prematurely, out of the nest
and into a permanent sentence.
When you fell,
I too fell (apart)
cell by cell.
Misunderstood InSaNiTy 