suck it up crybaby
let the ghosts hammer allegros
against your ribs all night
let them braid broken strings
into a hangman’s rope
while you mark the tempo
and keep perfect time
quit pressin your ear
against the floorboards
listenin for catastrophe
wastin your life
so afraid you’ll miss it
when it says your name
look at you
standin at attention
for the midnight king
still hopin he’ll pass you by
while clearin a place
for him at your table
you let the night
slip its fingers
between the bars of your chest
as you open the door for it
pull out a chair
and pour it a drink
then spend the whole time
pretendin
you weren’t expectin company
suck it up crybaby
tomorrow you’ll wake
to the same cracked ceilin
same ghosts
same song
whinin beneath your ribs
and you’ll spend the mornin
studyin your reflection
for traces of the madman
searchin your smile
for his fingerprints
then curse the mirror
for denyin you a monster
and handin back
whatever the fuck
you turned out to be








This is good ink
Bat
Powerfully penned, 253. Another excellent write with many deep layers my friend. Amazing write as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
❤️ this resonated…