stumbling across smoldering mirrors the fragments of billowing sliver don’t even hurt crush them.
stare sideways at the realization of what a disappointing ‘being’ really is
mark the face with shame
mark the tummy with apathy
mark the eyes with bitterness.
mark your legs with sad moments
mark the throat with crosses… many many crosses
mark the hands with tears… tears of acid or salt it doesn’t matter anymore
don’t mark the nose just cut it off and scramble the ribs , spleen and one kidney
wrap the heart in tissue mark it with a stream of numbers along with the stomach and liver.
strain the alcohols from the intestines and never speak of this again
the trachea must stay in its tube it is safe there. leave it there.
watch this shambles and laugh at it not with it with the others from the hill top
photo: dandelion,2015, Dandelion