Threnody: your death gulp me empty

father, let me show you what it's like to be bleeding lymphopenia every time. My head has become a dogfight stimulator- a place where memories are agitating. Imagine me memorizing blank in my studies- in the labyrinth of grief you've sold. In your body, a threnody of schizophrenia slices me into heavy scares making dirge. imagine sleeping with injuries in my heart which the pains of bitter melanin suits heavily into my dreams. Thought disappearing at regular interval. I cannot tell how sorrow often bings my body — eat me immodestly or ding-dong bruises factor on my mother. imagine her thinking oftenly about sadness & your departure Pang in columns of tears & I wonder, if being the first son will justify all the loads of a father, since you barely accomplished little? #poeticrhythmn