I dread it when the guilt

limps off for the

numb to slink in

and put a hood over my eyes

and turn the volume down

while my bones cure into concrete

and my chest squeezes like a blood pressure machine

and my spine curves limply in a C for Can't

and my stomach hosts a resentful fire

and my skin droops and tears at itself

and my ears dam so that no words can grasp me

while a girl screams from within

and I cover her mouth.