We eat each other’s hearts,
Dusk is a time of change, a
time of shifting - when the shadows
finally overcome the light. The struggle
is endless. Like the tide it comes and goes,
ebbs and flows.
Dawn light does not wash away the ruins
and wreckage left by nightfall. We swallow what’s left
of our inglorious activity and pad back home, shrunk
back in to fit our skins, and don the faces of men.
I am a mess, a raging mess of
trials and trivialities, this constant
war I wage is cutting me to pieces,
slashing me to ribbons from inside.
are trapped in my throat