The Search
one hand softly rubbing the other
strokes of a gentle mother
both shivering
skin of one human
thinking maybe you'll feel something
but you never do
let the blade drag
look for it in the cracks
dig deeper, sharper, redder
look in their eyes
look for what you need
what is it you need?
watch as they die searching
fate of the rover
call me and I will wake up
I will watch your body plummet
hear you choke
as you struggle to get the pills down
and I will not cry
switch hands
feel the heat burn its source
feel the matter leave the centre of your chest
leaving it heavier when it is most hollow
hollow it out
soon there will be nothing left to scrape out
you will be a thin cell layer
seeing through it
looking for what you have lost in there
and you will find nothing
until then
let the moon's aether shine down
on a pathetic pile of flesh
porous from a nameless corrosion
soak its blood from the cheap mattress
into a useless pen
searching for the right words
but the words will run out before the red does
left speechless when there is no meaning left to speak
only then will you realize
this tragedy was never assigned a name