i leave strips
of the best parts
of myself not yet
gone rancid
nailed to trees
so no one bothers
following me
into the hellscape
of self sabotage
i seem to willingly
build around me

i needn’t bother
the pestilence
brewing inside of
my sickly soulshatter
putrefies any absent
adorations accidentally
cast toward a fool
but the part of me
screaming to be seen
doesn’t see big picture
misses the forest
for the trees strung
with odes to love
he can only ruin