botched

a piece of your collection.

an unsorted, botched piece of your past.

a dent in the scaffolding.

the tumbling down.

the eyelash resting upon your thumb.

the wish the wind carried with it.

wish, please wish yourself well.

pull your arms into your ribcage.

and keep them still. don’t reach out.

wish, and wish, wish yourself well.

the chance, is pass. so I say.

so I mean to say. so the words.

they don’t mean a thing.

the feedback loop swells, marking off a day.

the calendar’s horrorscope.

drowning in a wishing well.

ever-loving delusion, we live.

and how we live thru hell.