The birds flock
in the brisk October sky...

Sometimes in the quiet
slither of evening...

If I could,
I would surgically remove you...

I thought
for a second...

Just tell me
who you want me to be...

I feel the weight
of you...

my lips
are dry like bones...

I
am half-built...

Today I am empty
all I hold is...

I thought I was
safe...

if
I had to...

What is it
I'm afraid you'll see...