you were killed by everything inside you
the life you left behind feels so diseased
I don’t know where to put it
what to do with it
I just hold it close
I don’t know how to decrease its weight
I draw a line to find your body
I can’t reach you anywhere
there are sentences on your chest
that you will never read
there are no words left to incinerate
I’m looking for a language that you never used
you dragged me into your body
I almost lost my pulse
your mental illness highly flammable
cinder down my throat
Croque-Melpomene 