I realize, over time
I think I’m fine…
I think I’ve passed the point
Where my heart is out of joint,
Until I try to do
Something I once loved with you,
Then, sudden frozen feet
And blood upon the street.
Smoke fills up my insides,
Spills from my throat and eyes.
My organs liquified,
Drained out and dried,
I’m empty, scorched, and charred,
And oh so, still so scarred.

– s. Clark