I sleep
with the leftovers of our
dismemberment

My rib cage strewn across the covers
like an elephant graveyard  
where a love
once lived.

I wake up
to the shivering clatter
of each
lonely
bone.

I dropped
all my **** this morning.

My cover up fell to the floor
and shattered.

I stared
at the broken pieces.

I dropped
my pen

my lighter

my defenses

These shaky hands
can't hold on
to anything,
So then why is it
my heart still can?