Sifting through the wreckage
Of yesterday’s meltdown
Like returning to the scene of a crime

The last of me
Outlined in chalk
Thoughts of her
Still running down my cheeks

Scars on my arms
No hesitation cuts
Each wound precise
Every **** deliberate

Her name
Carved into my chest
Just over the heart
Slashed in phlebotomic shorthand

My vacant eyes
Reflecting her
Searching for her
Reaching for her

Eventually I will stand
Covered in dry blood and dust
Cigarette burns and rust
Loneliness tinged with bitter sorrow
Only to fall apart once again tomorrow.