with this chest unviable, & this bite unclenched,
i cinch my innards & threaten to strangle my spirit.

                                she she she sheshesheshe..

i bury bees in sand & wonder aloud if it is
sadistic to starve flowers of water only to

                                witness them
                                stand out of death.

i am tired of extracting parts of
myself to stay sane, but would

                                pluck every rib to see
                                myself whole.