noth(i)ng but cracks

carve
these eyes
from
my grinning
skull
cut off
my nose
to spite
my face

take
a pound
or ten
of flesh
to satiate
the sickness
burning you
up from
within.

i cannot
be your
dream
but i can
give you
everything
i am
until it
arrives.

i am
nothing
if not
willing
because
i know
that really
i am
nothing.

an eggshell
soul
leaking
my feelings
into the
aether
dreaming
of
home.

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