Pieces of broken bodies fall around me
Like funeral petals
Fallout from friendships
Faced with the nuclear option of my madness.
I gouge through gobs of flesh
That were once lips, dribbling easy promises,
Scouring for something so solid
As a splinter of bone to support my soul.
I laughed and you loved it,
And then I laughed too much and in the wrong places –
And I could not stop.
Down I dig through gristle hair and teeth
Scratching at sinew for a single fingerhold of empathy
There is a solid something
There is a neon dawn a strobing sunrise
There is a noise that is not the scraping of my skull
But not here