welcome home

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun,
And the days blur into one,
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done.

Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline,
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass;
Was never much but we made the most.

Welcome home.

Ships are launching from my chest;
Some have names but most do not.
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost.

Peel the scars from off my back,
I don't need them anymore.
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars.

I've come home!

All my nightmares escaped my head;
Bar the door, please don't let them in!
You were never supposed to leave.
Now my head's splitting at the seams.
And I don't know if I can...

Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again.