I can taste but not swallow
My skin melts away
With the bathwater
Until I am a pile of bones
Harsh and heavy against
Ceramic dreams and
The melancholy music
I fall asleep to
Awake at night
To closed eyes in daylight
I make these days
Non-days
What a way to live
Tracking backwards and
Sleepwalking
Good intentions
Sacrifice
Don’t martyrise
Just melt away
And lend the broken pieces
To recycle the old feelings
Give them to your mother
Alchemize
When logic leaves you dry
I’ll try
To be magic