Deeply fucked up,
As in
Wordless for the pain you feel.
Huffing and raking,
Black up your arteries,
The myocardium shedding,
Choking on your toxic tears.
God, what a mess.
Still, it's surreal
Through all the distress
That you're holding on,
Scared of death, but
Life: fucking terrifying -
Where's the sense in this?
I don't know either.
I saw a butterfly once:
It would land on my wrist,
Sever a note, and be dust.
A flickering spell to ascend,
Knowing I it left behind,
Turning a grateful shoulder -
It wouldn't linger long.
Someone else
