i lay
perfectly
still
my eggshell
mentality
cracking
into a
hundred
thousand
perfect
hexagons

the high
of the weekend
can only
come crashing
through the
sentimental
sediment
sluicing
down my
weathered
sunken cheeks

so i lay
perfectly
still
watching
the first
piece tumble
causing the
rest to
cascade into
the familiar
arms of despair

for a few
days there
i managed
to exist
making the
icy touch
of reality
a sullen
bitch to
be forced
to maintain