I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside...

I am quite capable
of bleeding on my own...

When you don't wanna wake up tomorrow
It's hard to work today...

Tears gather on my lower lashes
Threatening the plunge to suicide...

The silver of rivers
The smoothness of stone...

The warmth of an orange
soaks into my skin...

There's a salty ache in my ribcage
it radiates out through my muscles and bones...