Spirits welcome at any time
I said.
Welcome,
The long since dead,
To my Godless existence.
There is no heaven here.
No reincarnation.
The only rebirth
Is from the chrysalis you pull
Yourself
Out of
After all you know turns to soup.
Eat yourself alive.
Let’s see if you can fly after that.
I tuck myself neatly away,
And break down every memory.
Every word.
Every tiny fucking movement,
Only to emerge still haunted
By the idea that
Even with my wings,
Made of sunshine and bones,
I am still not worth it.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Essie P.W 