My skin hangs in tattered rags in the closet
Like decaying suits of human flesh
Yesterday was the last day
I had to say goodbye
And today
Just doesn’t amount
To even opening up my eyes
Her lingering thoughts taste like gunmetal and ashes
Bullets reminiscing with bones like long lost friends
Meeting on a shore washed away
With crimson water waves
The bonesaw severs the phantom limb
And exposed us to winter cold
My eyes burn out
Leaving the last impression of her lips
Upon my eyelids