I am splitting apart at the seams
Desperately grasping at
the organs spilling
across the tile floor
deep into the cracks
Staining my fingers
with the pure bitterness
of what is inside me
The curve of my ribs
Carmine against the harsh lights
And I see my heart
beating,
beating in front of me
like a hummingbird
with it's wings cut off
I continue to grapple
clumsily, messily
With the weariness
of an arm that reaches
and never receives.
09.11.2023 (this is the earliest poem i have on here!!)