A skeleton,
b o n e s ;
skin hanging by
t h r e a d;
all the memories,
t h o u g h t s
they linger and
e c h o
not quite clinging to
a n y t h i n g;
my chest,
e m p t y;
all my organs,
h o l l o w ;
and my heart,
n o n e x i s t e n t