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.