the blue and the solace

73

the night of my withdrawal -

- I scraped the sliver of wood
from the splintering door and
held it in my palm,
and watched
as it turned into a husk
of leather skin.

- I numbered my breaths
feeling suddenly so encumbered
under the stark weight of debilitating, sunken bones,
how could any light perforate through this marrow,
it's only a cavity in these walls.

- I had an epiphany of some sort,
a strange awakening -
I could weave a soul into
my being and swallow
the morose, insipid,
idea of existence
down to my stomach and build
a life with no latches -
but once the time
of one's undoing begins,
it departs only
with their last breath.