I’m with You.
Entwined within the gnarled grasp of somewhere that is not quite Rockland.
It is darker, for the place that confines us rests snug within our skulls
Our bones ache for rest, but the poison seeps its way through
Again, and again, until everywhere from the
Fibula to the cracked cranium is
A temporary rest, an uneasy calm
The cracks in our bones twist back
Together, A quilt of yellowed white mesh
Connecting them. Ripped arteries beginning to hug above
But the cracks in and around the skull never quite heal
Reflecting themselves onto the delicate skin above.
Broken capillaries spiderweb across the eyelids.
Tears dried across sunburned cheeks.