crush every bone in
pestle and mortar,
seep into cloth and
drink the
sorrow.

take all the trips
and doctors with skittles.
a bowl of medicine to
your hands brittle,

day by day the
body wallows,
songs in whisper and ghouls
to tend to.

what comes of hope
and tomorrow,
for your knees are weak and
bloodied living.
to keep going for a life
of more than breathing.