Black ants crawl counting the rungs of my ribcage
Silent powder burns that no remedy can assuage
Is it an osseous frame or a decaying ladder to god?
A gasp in the icy air that no warmth has ever thawed?
Atrophied fingers cannot grasp at the swallowing drape
To pull back and reveal my bleached and quivering shape
What does it matter which angles my arms bend?
I don’t even know where my body begins and the mattress ends
Writhing ashen toes that have long since gone numb
Spasms in an abdomen filled only with crumbs
Threads of sorrow that will forever be spun
Inside a room that can never be undone
Is it moving?
Is it breathing?
All these years spent searching
All these years spent crawling
Is it yearning?
Is it fading?
All these years spent cornered
All these years spent blistered
Half of my life
Half of my life
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
My words are not enough
Your words are not enough
My words are not enough
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