Teacups and Pens

Sanity

Because I felt as if I was disappearing.

As if my flesh was melting into thin air,

leaving dulled white bones

to continue walking the earth.

As if my heart would fall out

of the gigantic hole you smashed

into my chest,

and my lungs would drop to the bottom

of my ribcage and make

a thunk sound as it dropped to

the bottom of the cage of bone.

As if my mind would rot away

quietly, without a sound,

and all the neurons racing through

every nerve, every vein

would cease.

As if a pile of bones

who roams the streets

in search of something

that can never necessarily be found:

sanity.