i can't remember the last time i felt alright...
like things were working out.

because after mom it was ryan
and after ryan it was skyler,
and after skyler it was moose
and after moose
there was no God.

now my stomach cannot even bear me
it threatens to crawl up my throat
my insides contort and scream
i will not let the pain out.

bones, oh
bones.
how i wish you would hurt instead
like you did
when i was pure.
instead of an ache,
now i rot.