Thank you for the freedom to air out
the stench in every room
you slept in, unwanted.
Thank you for the lesson that
some fears are founded; I can count
on one hand the number of friends you have
who have not deemed you dead already, so
I choose to be more selective
with my secrets.
Thank you for the cautionary tale of
why we never invest in sounds outside our window
because boys will leave you broken
and borrow something new.
I never met a lie of yours I didn’t like.
I never met a facade you built that wasn’t cellophane.
I never saw a house you could honestly say wasn’t already on fire.
My eyes are open,
and everyone sees what you grew into.
Is this how you imagined your life?
Elemental acid like a lab safety poster,
detailing the agonies you become when
I have no hope for you, no love lost, no gold lockets, no high school locker photo collages,
you are a PR dream of illusory promises in print,
you are an agent’s nightmare of inability to even fake talent.
and animals, we
smell fear. we
wait in grass that you
sowed the seeds of.
no threat, just nature,
just what you nurtured,
four fingers pointing back at your tomb when one is raised in defense.
I am no longer an angry animal.
I am the ground that swallows corpses.
I am floral and fauna feasted.
I see everything.