Geysers

She likes me better when I'm shaking With this ringing in my ear Like I'm way down in the water But she talks about forgiveness And religion like insurance Wants protection for her children now In case her demons turn out real In case her demons turn out But she'll never know the fire Can't see past the window dressings That she builds her life around The faux furs hiding in the closet Waiting on another outing One last photo op before they disappear Like the pictures she erases And reframes to match the stories That she tells herself to keep up with her peers That she tells herself when they all disappear She likes me better when they disappear I can't even see down here I spent six months in a dark room Wallowing without a bulb Until the floor rot pulled me under And I dangled from the mold And the basement lights lit up the old coats Hiding in the hoard Empty bottles on the concrete shattered when they broke my fall Nicotine patch torn, I crawled out on all fours I watched my blood pour out and dry inside the hoard I let my blood dry