Sad Labels:
broken
deep lines carve the moment. hollow flesh searching for bones.
our words are a curtain. every touch a grave.
it's grey she said. the world is colorless. a scrape of outlines that twist and turn. wearing every breath like a broken blade.
i'm not there. i never was.
the empty cautions. the unraveling skins. of obstinate sheep and clever wolves.
i lived briefly. now i'm dead again.
it simmers. soft like ripe fruit. easily bruised. it calls my name. pretending to know who i am.
it's an unfortunate time machine. that's always counting. it's an easy bandage to remove. pretending we've healed.
time is a vast ocean. and all my choices are stones.
i'd rather drown holding on than survive letting go.