Jupiter

Clean my eyes 

Dilated 

Coveting the picture frame 

Empty glass 

Burning in my fingers 

Bruising my neck 

I lost sleep 

A vacuum of what I used to be 

Confined in this place 

I feel you waking 

Lost and sleeping 

Invisible i am 

Stitched in time 

Metal lense blinds you 

I am black leather handcuffs 

Batting eye lash in temporary libraries 

Filed and put away 

Feel me in the morning 

Under blankets wet 

Picture frames broken 

You wouldn't ever know 

She's a mess