My heart is an excellent mimic

these holes in aching chest are 

jagged rocky / points ripping / spilling blood / rending flesh

 

Hollow ache at the center point

where softnesses are meant to converge

suicide conspiracies of the soul

yank at the stuffing 

until the calcification of my bones

until my thoughts are tar buzz

until my tears freeze in the ducts 

 

So easily 

 

paranoid delusions begin to ring true

The end is nigh

There’s nothing we can do

The death toll with rise

The bombs will drop

The sea will encroach

The weather will try on extremes

 

And I stare into static void 

And I watch the blood spill

And I’m told that only I can help

And I see the rights stripped 

And I see the houses collapse

And that which seemed eternal is reduced to dust

And my bed is a place I can’t escape

And I –

My heart hole in aching chest

distractions guilt chewed

nothing is good enough

my soul is burning

And I 

 

feel