i don’t recall
transforming
changing

becoming
something
less than.

yet
here i sit

broken
a flesh bag filled
with
crystalline emotions
left
in fractured shards
that slowly saw
through
the bands
of atrophied muscle
to spill
onto
the overcast
sidewalk of the same
nightmare hell
as always.

the acrimonious harmony
of
wheezing for death
or life
as
the sullen weight
of inevitable
collapse
teeters closer
to imminent

failure.

a whirlwind of
evolution
in reverse.