You think you're with me
when
you sink your fingertips into
my flesh.
You want so desperately
to believe
when you're inside me
you actually know me.
The mirage you believe
of a union complete
does not exist
with me.
The trespasses on sacred territory
have polluted
as far as the eye can see.
Recovery from the chaos
-the desolation-
no breath to catch
from your sucker punch.
You think you are
knowing me
when you are inside of me?
You are with
my
empty remains.