was there ever a way
to mend the severance...

I remember you
bandaged...

and on the last day,
our very last day...

There is fleeting meaning
in existing as a tiny...

**Trigger warning: self harm**
the edge of death...

drafty quiet embankments
of sanctuary under the blankets...

Hope is misplaced faith that
your heart will continue...

I accidentally severed several
separate loose stitches...

It never
occurred to me...

If I could somehow be just
a little less harmful...

Sun rays diffract in my eye contact
in fact...

We watched rats with fleshless tails disintegrate
from the streetlight...