narcissus

whatever keeps my spirit void
and my body thin
fragile and forever
receding
slowly fading
out.

Pack

Pack your bags and

let’s go.

Let go.

Pack your bags and

stuff them.

Zip them.

Pack your bags and

carry them down.

To me.

Pack your bags and

forget some.

Leave it.

Pack your bags and

run from.

Run to.

Pack your bags and

turn back.

Stay home.

Worm

Desperate and slow, ever inching towards a thousand little scattered pieces.

All empty, rowed and quivering in the grey.

Missing a tiny part and grasping frantically

at emptiness.

Like a limbless man, belly down, worming his way to something,

slowly.