my lips
are dry like bones...

Rise, then fall
surge and flame...

Today I am empty
all I hold is...

What is it
I'm afraid you'll see...

Hold me
like I'm broken...

I am soft and wide
like hips that have seen childbirth...

I'm crippled by
the pain, and fear...

Perhaps today
will be inspiring...

...like broken fragments
otherworldly...

Sitting, bleeding
cutting you out...

Empty
empty...

I am a ghost to your reality
when I am not there...