Carry me and drop me off
from the highest peak,
and if i'm right, i come back to haunt you.

My throat shapes
vacant words,
cut off
and deformed by life's invisible scissors.

i cut off
fractions
of my glassy skin just to feel alive again.
Taken for granted days,
drawn off off my future
for someone more grateful.

i am unsettled
like a constant river shifting
Apathy sinking,
in my bare whitewashed soul.