Two Weeks

Two Weeks



I cannot wait for the taste
Of salt water in my mouth
For the massive nothing
That I will fall into when I finally
Let go

I’ll slip away

You’ll lose me
For damage done
For the whip
For every word ignored

I will dissolve in a smile
Into the black
Into the thick reeds
Into a place beyond you

And every bullet that I bit, and that
Fell down into my belly, will
Fill me up
Fill my heart
Fill my swollen veins

Heavy with lead

There will be nothing to stop the sinking.