darkness blankets sunsets
the time has come again
sunrise steals the cover
that time has come and went

I bow my head
The cold water hits the back of my skull

I gasp in a breath and feel the air sticking to my lungs

I look in the mirror
Two hollow cheekbones and high, cutting cheekbones

I can see my ribs.
Standing in a growing puddle,
I'm draining.

Soon I'll be empty

me.gs

not meant to be a riddle
though not all will understand
footsteps into fog
soul pointed one direction

we were screaming
then there was silence
unsure of which was worse