Insecurities broke the edges of my last hope.
Jagged smithereens create a hardened disfigured mold on my back.
The spine I never had.
Twisted like rope.
Desperation clogs my chest, my gut.
I am shattered like the eyes of a porcelain doll.
Starved of your love, I grasp my throat for air.
Dependency leaks through my fingers, when will this end?
How familiar,
The lack of you that has always been.
