(disintegration) theorem

The cradle broke.

I didn't see it coming,

spoke no words,

let my body bend -

curve over the air

turn upon recrimination

allowed the indication of my being

surge.

Tear ducts

cinder dry closed sores,

the recourse of dreaming

frightens me -

let me be someone else...

anyone

                else.

Her bones are brittle

under sunlight,

calcify through the night

until dawn peaks,

when I may retreat

from my watchful stance -

perched on haunches.

My body is a tomb

for you,

before the day is born

before I ache.

My body is barren now

turned inside out,

I can feel the skin

lining my throat