U ok hun?

Gut hollowed out and vacant of butterflies

Eyeballs in sandy sockets salt water doesn’t shift

Acrid bed sheets depict a rumpled geography

of a thousand sleepless and solitary miles regretted.

Constant beeps and pings, the public concerns of

Virtual friends. Notification upon notification of prying.

Gods could not shift this weight. A clock, perhaps.

Time takes its time. Doors are closed and walls rebuilding.