Gather yourself,
And I’ll pour you a glass of my antidote
Under your shell the maggots collect,
Recollect your demeanor and your best memories, we all need reminders that we don’t just have enemies,
Release
Find the keys to the chest,
And let your chest beat be a palpitating reminder of the rest
Take a gander at my remaining treasures
Fleeting and weathered
Unlike your rising regret
You’re focused on the things you need to forget
Clutch my clenching flesh-cloaked metacarpal bones
Before my rationality and my senses go, or at least before your will to live releases so