Pieces of broken bodies fall around me
Like funeral petals
Fallout from friendships
Faced with the nuclear option of my madness
I gouge through gobs of flesh
That were once lips dribbling easy promises
Scouring for something so solid
As a splinter of bone to support my soul
I laughed and you loved it
And then I laughed too much and in the wrong places
And I could not stop
I cried and you loved it
And then I cried too much and in the wrong places
And I could not stop
Down I dig through gristle hair and teeth
Scratching at sinew for a single fingerhold of empathy
There is a solid something
Somewhere
There is a neon dawn a strobing sunrise
Somewhere
There is a noise that is not the scraping of my skull
Somewhere
But not here
such a sad poem, but beautifully written.
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