To be
Alone

Lonesome solace where the
Complacent
Sit in a circle
Criss crossed I saw him
Lie in the middle
Smirk wrapped against  teeth

As they pushed deeper and deeper inside me

Alone
Void of lonesome
I didnt drive in fear while the knife wielded into my spine
I led the cowardly
Edge of the lake standing

His needle just rested against his forearm
Poison barely made it into
The vein next to
Thick lined tattoo
Said he barely felt pain

The past tense
Was edible
It melted into euphoria
Forgetfulness was a privilege
I could be consumed by moments
Hours
Where his ringing noises didnt
Completely devour
Where he didnt catapult me into
Leaping fenses
Shoving cliffsides

I'm capsized
Defined by an adlib
By bullet holes and
Splinters

Wish I could have wrapped my fists tighter
Made the pigment of my beating heart
Lighter.