La Petite Mort

A Moment of Organic Deterioration

Left Me Cold, Blisters Formed

While I Attempted Reconstruction

There Was One Portion Left and It Failed in the End

Nothing Remains to Assemble; Pause

A Lost Thought, a Shadow on the Sky

Connected by Cord

And Cut. Bleed Out

Awake Again, One Mile Underwater

Work Through the Intermittent Noise

A Moment of Organic Determination

Interrupted. This Will Never Stop.

Give Up, Let Go

A Moment of Organic Debris