accidental caramel after midnight

i put on my shadow clothes & try not to die.
night makes a courier of me.
i deliever to myself all the words i do not want.
you asked for this body. you puppet 
your own sadness. i do or else i am not sure i do.
where do you have to put yourself to hear truth?
i have catacombs & wind tunnels.
all week, my darkness has grown thick & sweet. 
i never meant to be this staircased. 
everything i need is in the attic. is behind the moon. 
is etched onto glass. i find the thinnest tree
to duck behind. there, eat fingers one by one until dawn.