the
words dry up in mouth
new
crevices appear in the cheeks
"fine", though she didn't call my name
that
wonky stare, looking at me
eyes
hide in their continual cocoons
aches
and pains, what feels like kidneys
not
sure but entirely at once
light
fades, blinds, envelops
finally becoming bared
irony
washes over like a street urchin
irrelevant
for pressing matter
throbbing
blood, bone and unspecific areas
cascading
waters on timers
ebb
and flow to their own moon
sleep
comes easily
husk
dried tomatoes for breakfast
feels
empty
transaction
complete
