This body that behaves like quicksand
Slowly crushing you
Slowly the life coming to an end
Let go I tell myself
Just let go
To have this feeling come to me
The devils hour
I’m up every morning at three crying for an hour before I rerun to bed after making Eva’s lunch and breakfast
I am just broken
Haven’t been seen or heard from
Just how I am
So much taken from this body in the last ten years
One by one
Piece by piece
Was never like this
Yet here I am
This death in my gut
Take it from me I ask every single morning
This is how I wake
Every single morning
How did I get here
Me