the veil between
this life and the next
has gotten
thinner

my body is
a graveyard,
i am digging
for bones

i reach into
the back of
my throat,
trying to find
a voice somewhere
instead
i pull out the food
from my stomach,
because full
feels *****

i don't crave anything.

i crave emptiness,
vacancy

blissful silence in a world
that's so cold to me.