ripped red in

knuckles by Jack

Frost himself, and

ripped in

the wall I hit

with said knuckles.

Don’t know how

you fall through

knuckle cracks,

but here I am.

Wet clay molded, pressed,

baked in fiery heat

Stress seeks release, splitting into

fractured lines across the surface

Footsteps unfounded, stumble,

sliding through,

like a Dali painting,

memory is slippery

I can’t move…

Speak…

See…

But I can hear her…

Words of sorrow pour out

As rain mixes with my tears

And she whispers gently

Words that dread me

“You’ll forever be alone…”

plummet

plunge

descend

to a place

where you

are not

known

anymore

where the

world is

useless

and

silent

the cracks

were thin

but you

fell anyway

into the dark

poetry in the mind

is a mirror that

objectifies -

interlaced palms

and open mics

sweating under lights

we face the room

and when we can't do that

we crack.

notice how i blister

as a fall through the cracks

of the path leading up to you.

i crumble and fall,

left to drown in dust,

forgotten.

desperate, i cement my heart,

not letting the cracks show.

but the cracks are still there, wounds too deep to heal.

they remain exposed

to your sight.

so be gentle when handling my heart.

Only two days without making the bed.

Just another missed deadline.

I'll go to the gym tomorrow.

Today's the last time I order takeout.

What's just one day in bed?

My friends will understand I'm busy.

The landlord knows my track record.

I need to focus.

What did the boss want by yesterday again?

I though this bottle was full this morning...

Why does my room smell?

Where have my friends gone?

How come there's so many crumb filled boxes lying around?

It can't be anything I'm doing differently.

Just smile more.

Have another drink.

Why are my friends all standing around me?

I swear I'm fine.

I'm just...tired.

to take a step

and feel nothing underfoot -

there is suspension.

something that hooks

into your stomach and pulls,

unforgiving.

to watch walls rise,

castling.

to abandon the sky.

Falling through the cracks in my skin

Are teardrops salty and warm

Leaving behind murky tracks

Rolling down my chin

Head aching, jaw splitting, bone breaking

The pain never ends, does it?

They used to notice

When I didn't come out for three days,

When I was falling.

Now their eyes slide by me

Like I don't exist;

I have fallen now.