60.

She seemed destined to
the tragedy seeking its
escape in her eyes.

59.

The broken heart of
a sinking ship's reckless hope,
that rescue might come.

58.

Lost. Left in all the
destructiveness of humans,
housed only in fuck.

57.

Those empty words house
such hopeless faith, whose walls are
bent to always break.

56.

Inescapable
promises, strung out on heart's
empty commitments.

55.

I am a severed
connection . Ripped apart at
the seams, filled back with

some hazy sense of
loss. Begging for a mere stitch
of feeling to hold.

54.

Parceled face, sent out
to play. Amalgamated
emotions. Waiting.