wither

I feel my heart deteriorating. Each of my lovers have taken a piece to call their own. I feel my mental calmness rising, the rate is alarming. The pale yellow pill numbs the pain, quiets the weary, silences the hurt. I feel my body aching with loneliness. Turning to ice from this cold bed. I feel my brain melting. The heat of my thoughts cause fires of mass destruction in my head. Smoke leaks out of my ears, fluid flows out of my nose, mist sprays out of my eyes. Sadness coats me in a cocoon, holds me close enough to bruise. I blossom from this death reborn, withered, frail. Granted more life, even though ashes cling to me like skin. Rebirth of a dying thing.