Epidermal armor

That’s what bones are for

Some mothers don’t get to numb the pain

Bleeding out

Pleading in

The existential ache of existing

Empty forks

Fucking over spacious plates

Shifting the once familiar

Hollowed ground

Of a sacred dream

We’ve yet to wake

To yearn

To burn

scream, touch, taste, feel

See you’re all wrong

From

Start to Finnish

In the walk-in closet

Where echoes of a ghost

Cling to shadows

Between slivers of light

Between her legs

Remembers flying

From such great heights

Bounding down bachelor

Through reflections

Off mirror pond

Where now

Only depictions of lunar phases remain

Unphased

Functionally frozen on the precipice

Of fullness

We may never feel

Because man took God

Into his ignorant, clumsy

Hands disfigured vastly infinite possibilities

Into shame filled rhetoric

About what a greedy, selfish whore

You were

For wanting more

Than all the nothing

That took you away

Before you were born~

That’s all.