there's this collection in the mirror
of sharp shapes and aggravated angles
with deep pits
that pulls at my ankles
until gravity is infinite
and the brick in my lungs
only grows in its weight
as all light evaporates from the air
that surrounds the ever falling corpse
that i call my own
and through it
every blood cell in this body
shivers into the darkness
as empty screams rise out of my dropped jaw
they are screams for you
for your name
and your light
and your hand
for above this pit
into the heavens i can no longer see
stands you
dressed in sunshine
hands clean from the crimson coating mine
