Explain to me,
mother,
why it is that
I can breathe
easier with his hole in my chest?
It is about
time
that I realize
I've done this
to
myself.
It is about
time
that I realize
I
should give up.
The waves crash against my thighs.
The waves crash against my pelvis.
The waves crash against my stomach.
The waves crash against my chest.
H
hA
haR
harD
hardE
hardeR
softeR
softE
sofT
soF
sO
so what? so what if I drown?
Let the reaper eat my stomach contents.
Let Him drink my spinal fluid;
let it trickle down his fleshless chin.
Recycle my eyes so that I may
see.
Recycle my heart so that I may
smile.
Recycle my brain so that I may
forget.
Nothing's funny when you're bleeding.