Nothing about me
is worth the hurt...

a stone
alone tried to poke...

We watched rats with fleshless tails disintegrate
from the streetlight...

Sun rays diffract in my eye contact
in fact...

drafty quiet embankments
of sanctuary under the blankets...

and on the very last day,
our very last day...

There is fleeting meaning
in existing as a tiny...

**Trigger warning: self harm**
the edge of death...

drafty quiet embankments
of sanctuary under the blankets...

Hope is misplaced faith that
your heart will continue...