by  ohfallacies

The night of my withdrawal -

- I scraped the sliver of wood

from the splintering door and

held it in my palm,

and watched

as it turned into a husk

of leather skin.

- I numbered my breaths

feeling suddenly so encumbered

under the stark weight of debilitating, sunken bones,

how could any light perforate through this marrow,

it's only a cavity in these walls.

- I had an epiphany of some sort,

a strange awakening -

I could weave a soul into

my being and swallow

the morose, insipid,

idea of existence

down to my stomach and build

a life with no latches -

but once the time

of one's undoing begins,

it departs only

with their last breath. 

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