Something inside of me started to shape
when your face started to change.
Familiar feelings arise
with emotions that I can not hide.
Blood and bones inhabit my skin.
Skeletons and muscles feeling like old friends.
Your eyes and teeth tickle my intestines.
All along I thought I was out of feeling.
Pale face over
the foggy reflection of my mirror.
Brittle fingers brushing over
the hairs standing up on my arms.
Even when they stand up, it's way too far.
I'm too far
from where me and you start.
But where things are,
they are falling apart.
I fell apart at your door.
Flowers and apologies they mean nothing more
than a callous on your finger.
Than walking on water.
I see the true meaning of death's hand resting on my shoulder.
I felt the true feeling of my heart burning in a fire.