bodies:

My body.

Every chord,

a note out of tune.

Such dissonant bones.

A certain feeling,

blood pumping in the wrong way.

Perhaps, I’m there, dying.

My feet, two footsteps.

I’m not certain where they lead.

I wish you’d hold my hand…

Don’t tread the lines too deeply.

Everyone stood equally in horror.

The horror of being.

What a painful thing,

to be a man. To be so human.

I know why you hate,

you see yourself in my eyes.

The same death is eating you too.

You choke on it along with your bile.

To be so human.

You already know the ache.

The crooked tooth,

the aching back.

It never goes away.

You already know the horror.