11/5/20

Cotard’s delusion



had you been alive like me
you’d have known
the death of all things
as your friendly equal

the smile hello
indistinguishable from
the smile goodbye

the dragged step
too shallow for shadow

the continuous exhale

the unfeeling

  i had fingers
  until i chewed them off

  i had a tongue
  until i pulled it out

  and now i have this
  unneeded heart
  dripping in my hands

i feed my
numb comfort
unloved

sleep into burial

at last, home





No comments:

Post a Comment