The brine on my lips decided to burn today
It knows that I’m in pain so out of kindness it distracts me
With salt in cut / knife in chest attitude
At first blinking was a courtesy and then it became unnecessary
So I just stare at you;
my eyes once fiery and assertive now tremble and crack under the
Pressure of spoons
which spoon my eyes out of their sockets
empty, empty holes
dark pits never ending nevermore will light shine
worms ate my fire. and they belched it. and they made freckles that
dust my nose.
So that Sun Damage
damaged eyes don’t cry because the tears can’t be stored
But those dark pits hold a myriad of water history
So black tar streaks down my face and into my mouth just to repeat the cycle
Of rot and decay and birth and rot and decay and birth and and rot and decay
And then she stops.
she walks away.
... Her? The one with dark pit Eyes?
does she even care
about herself anymore