the cut of loneliness
does not bleed

no matter how
many cuts

everything inside
is dry
and dead or dying

I am not the first
to feel

this way but
for your sake

I hope I am
the last

truth is slippery
not slimy

but some words are
not real

they are birthed
in the swamp

by soul *******
creatures

who make you
believe

who make belief

like they are making
a midnight snack

taking a bite
and throwing away

the leftovers