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...

Existing at all is an epiphany wall
Good luck trying to solve it all...