Carmine Storm Poem by Quênia Lalita

stuttering with
a mouthful of spiders

my room in utterly chaos
to match up my mind

blabbering with
a handful of signs

my ears are full of lies
my heart is full of lives

the ones I've lived
before he came along

messing me up
messing up my sights

along with a handful of losses
now nothing but phantom limbs

all across the skies that I've met
one is home, one is merely a roof over my head

so I can be safe
when the carmine storm comes

thunders matching up my mind
when the carmine storm comes

messing me up
messing up my frightening heights