Armies of drips falling from my cheeks. 

Too old to live, too young to die. 

I loved you, my heat still sings. 

Good god the pain does kill. 

For now, I stare blankly at blades,

At poison and toxins,

So full of shame. 

I climb into my hole stay a while.

Now my thoughts blanket my body.

Pain surging through me

With faithful progress alive. 

I get up, stumble once. 

And I have learned. 

Grown. 

Away from you, yes. 

Sweet body reclaiming its fears. 

Breaking them like a board in two. 

No more of that, no more. 

I walk away from the nothing. 

I reach out towards the new.