We shapeshift
like ephemeral metal...

Would it be justice
to declare...

we ate our guilt together
under the quiet luminosity...

Fake descriptions of a life in tatters
clutter the hour...

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...