I’m disappearing.
Collographs of memories,
galleries of scars,
canvases among canvases of experience -
are disappearing.
Words are lodged in my throat.
Venom drowns my lungs.
Tears clog the vessels of a drained heartbeat.
Regrets weigh my gut and
the burden of a soul stumbles
over my shoulders.
Without a sound,
a notice,
a final goodbye,
I’ll be gone.
There’s so much I want to tell you
about the way I’m disappearing.
I can feel it in my skin.
The sensation of nonexistence
soaks into my cells,
and washes them away.
The tingling of disembodiment
sets my senses on fire,
burning my life away.
Burning my life away.
Until all that’s left are
ashes.
Until all that’s left is
nothing.
