Toenails brittle,
jagged sheets of mica
Skin picked at, flaking,
valleys of cracked mud
Hair falling, lacking luster,
crisp October leaves
Everything disease, teeth
abscessed rotting trees
Everything’s shed
Everything’s dead
Letting go
On its way out
Not long for this space
Just a bundle
of brilliance
on a constant crash
course
of forward motion
Demented momentum
always
Looking back
Not meant for this place;
everything is crumbs