Here your heart

Here your heart, it rages.
Let's do this: Mine has rhythm but my knuckles are raw.
Your skin as the paper, it’s the only thing I miss.
Haha! Your lungs were too damaged , the nails kept slashing through.
Hammer and Spare
Your
Breath

All of this is forgotten
Never kept

The branches extended past my arms. But I stepped out from under them anyway.

In a coffin, just your body and
me.
Your spirit had already left.
Goddammit I throw
I haul and I kick and I toss.
But nothing breaks. Nothing even cracks.