I have been slacking on writing
I've been letting the words fall out of my mouth
Mumbles and concerns
The moment that I let go off the rope, I will fall to my knees
The crack of my spinal cord falls closely behind
I need to feel the water drip off my transparent skin

I promise this was not your doing
More of my undoing on behalf of my fighting parents
The constant gnawing at my skin to see the red river flow
I am the kid who was riding his bike down the street at 12 am because my parents were fighting again

I'm going to the river
I'm going to jump in and drip away
I miss the smiling faces of my grandparents
The smell of the garden in the summer dew
I am breaking my bones so that I can crumble into the ground

Don't let yourself sleep in
This is not motivation
This is an expression
Without the river, we would be the drought