Apr 7
last week
was survival.
i chewed the hours
like glass candy,
smiling blood.
tomorrow
i return
to the fire.
even the tears
have abandoned me—
silent deserters.
if only
i were the abyss,
endless.
or the pit below,
forgotten
and deep.
if only
i were meant
to be devoured—
ripped, gnawed, gone.
or maybe
a silver cloud,
slipping between
sun and sorrow.
a mountain,
unmoved.
a river,
unbothered.
the sea,
never full.
but alas—
i am only me.
and tomorrow,
i burn again
