atrophy

mirrors

has she ever told you

how much she wanted

to rip out the walls

and pull on dis-

jointed beams

     you once tried

     to hang yourself

     like a bat

    b'cos you died to

    sleep in the same

    pitch

inside there was a

crawl space

and she clawed at

the splintered wood

dreading to find you

in this void

            ***

did she spill concrete

down your throat

so you'd breathe

in pseudobones

the ones you claim

as your own

or did she smash

every mir'or

since she knows

they live in the

dimensions of self 

and it would be easy

to let you die