spent the night chewing on leaves
face down in the dirt
cracks all over me
although, i wouldn't say it hurt

we're in this sick convulsive cycle
of holding hands, then breaking our fingers apart
till the bones show, by some miracle
we were not hollow inside after all.

i cannot say i mind it, though
because of all the confusion, i had to choose
it was no thought in my demented mind to have chosen
the flickering flare of light that is you

but so i did
and so it goes
here we are, my only friend
where you embark, i follow