SELF-CANNIBALISM

Slipping on the first step.
Into a tumbling crash.
Easy to break-
A bone.
A rib.
A neck.

Snap.
Fractured.
Struggling to stand up.
Overwhelmed by emerging pain.

Bruises begin to form.
Coloring the body.
Cracking elbows.
Displaced fingers.
Out of socket hips.
Twisted spine.

Twitching.
Was I careless?
Did I lose balance?
Were my feet crossed?
How did I possibly downfall?
Into this spiraling depression.
A trigger so simple to flip.
Causing immense destruction.
Clouding every aspect of life.
Breaking.
Limb.
By.
Fucking.
Limb.

Scars should heal by summer.
Concealed through the winter.
Becoming pink for the spring.
No one will ever know a thing.
By the time it turns fall.
It’ll be like it never happened at all.

Body is burning.
Condensing my concentration.
All the aspiring aspirations.
Are fading and failing.
Slowly saddening.
Falling fast into.
My deepest desires.

I’m falling apart….as always.

Seasons pass,
memories fade away.
While leaves seems to fall,
old thoughts dies off as
new ones arrive just in time-
for spring…
From the roots to the trunk
From the branch to the twig,
which dwells on a unity.
Pushed so far from the core.
Civilization appears unobtainable.
Ideas soon sprout,
a new generation melts back
into the ground.
To start a belief.
A perfect life.
A welcoming home to all.
But only after the summer is drilled down.
And the snow tries to slaughter,
this new life begins, as more
leaves fall down to unify as one.