1. IN SOLACE AND SUFFERING

I am
The crushing weight on your chest
l am your shortness of breath
I am the salt in your open wound
You embody everything I detest
I hate your need to impress
when your self worth has been consumed
Don't blink -
The world is moving forward past you
Don't think -
You can undo what you did
Don't Sink -
As the weight of your misfortunes will
Drag you down

As she tears at the seams, she extracted
The spine
A trophy of woes, unveiled at the shrine
From discourse turned into
Inescapable words of fray
incessantly in my head
That says I’m nearing death
Fuck it

What will it take
What will it take
To dictate and move on
Posit distance upon myself
And you
What a sobering end
Through a needle without a thread

I’ve been tainted by you
Like the rust of a blade
A lingering thought
That’s dulled from decay
It’s a moth to a flame
A semblance of warmth to my own dismay
One last silhouette
False hope in the light
To be engulfed again

Born from dirt
Turned to mud
Taking my last breath

The cold pavement
Picking at
My own skin
Life leaves my eyes
Reality setting in