Spelling My Name In Cough Syrup

Be patient with me this time last week
I was picking debris from my teeth
With an abandoned lighthouse accidently
I swallowed the lantern room
And have since cast an unwanted shadow
On all the glimmering catastrophe
I tried so hard to lodge in my stomach
They have sent a search team
To my birthday party
And found rotting skeletons lining
The bathroom mirror
And i fear my prescriptions are
Down to ration amounts
There are not enough anti-depressants
South of Toronto
To unwind this cavity from my chest
I have made a sink hole of my rib cage
And as her fingers line the
Humps in my shoulder
She risks slipping into non-existence
If her heavy hands get too comfortable