Woke up, realized not home
rather, somewhere familiar but hazy
a heart that feels cold, beating, an echo in a hollow shell
fingers cut at tips as palms shovel rocks into teared skin lips
a throat dry, rusted, teeth grind on stone, braking themselves
Neck Jerks as rocks squeeze only in attempt down the esophagus
The tears that run down the eyes,
the tears that run down the eyes and pelt the blood smeared black button up shirt
The eyes that run backwards, and the head that the Earth comes up to meet
A muffled moaning intensified.
You are on your own.