four crumbling walls and a barely-there roof
is all that is left of my mind because
i have picked the rest away
torn apart the foundation
in hopes that
a new version of me
might fathom herself
from the rubble.
i wander and my bones rattle
under my icy-cold skin
yet i feel as if my chest is burning
boiling
two seconds from bursting
i feel everything
i feel nothing
i feel everything
i feel nothing
i am nothing
but
the human embodiment of everything
despicable
if i peel away at my skin, can i be born again?
-n.c
