I’m with You.

Entwined within the gnarled grasp of somewhere that is not quite Rockland.

It is darker, for the place that confines us rests snug within our skulls

Our bones ache for rest, but the poison seeps its way through

Again, and again, until everywhere from the

Fibula to the cracked cranium is

Saturated.

A temporary rest, an uneasy calm

Submerges

The cracks in our bones twist back

Together, A quilt of yellowed white mesh

Connecting them. Ripped arteries beginning to hug above

But the cracks in and around the skull never quite heal

Wounds reopen

Reflecting themselves onto the delicate skin above.

Broken capillaries spiderweb across the eyelids.

Tears dried across sunburned cheeks.