Some days I don't recognize
Myself
Scrawl apologies on mirrors
For the blood there.
Was I  ever really breathing?

I am all skin and brittle breaking

Always folding; always folding.

Do not tell me this is home.

I am separate. I am separate.

I am

Figment.

This translucence is a

Pale moon to the sinking.

Touch lips to skin

to find the warmth there

Sometimes I imagine

I exist

In the space between my heartbeats

The tangible is fleeting

Sometimes I imagine

I exist

Between the marred hues of the sunset

This is ending. This is ending.

I beg you,

Hear my cries through

Troubled waters

Drowning with each gasp as I am pleading

Tell me I am here.