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.