brittle. i am heaped in a
pile of endlessness;
i do not know where my
toes drag from my limbs
or my words split from my mouth.
beseech me, drag me across
burning concrete. pull me through
endless saltwater, yet
i will not take a breath.
i am nothing to you. i will
be nothing for you.
you will shove paint into
my breaths. you will make
me draw with my gasps.
you will force me to make
art from my pain.
force me to hold my
head up when i am dying.
force me to breathe when i feel
my exhalations rot on my lips.
force me to lift my fingers
away from my neck.
i am nothing, nothing, nothing.
i am my own prison. and yet
you are the person in the mirror.
