the mouse takes the crumbs
breathes lost in fog
of our minds,
and the pain of
my liver,
is no release,
cooked
in the coals
of the fireplace.
I'm attracted
to the voices
when I sleep
when I wake up
screaming
out
the words...
I hate
myself.
I lost the coils
of the hose
as scrambled
and tied up
and the water
has no
release.
I don't know
how to live
anymore,
I've lost
and I'm dried
and I don't
even cry
and I violated
worse
than the selfishness
of myself.
I'm in wet freezing
of the sheets and clothes
of no animosity
felt but now so numb,
the mouse takes the crumbs.
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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