Poem: Individual Worries


individual worries melt from each vulnerable,



into the night air

& I wither with them


unsung May sky is a portal

dark angel, I struggle

there is no foundation here.

we breathe in,

we exhale

dust particles live in our bellies,

ones that are swallowed whole every time

a new declaration is written


fester fester fester

nasal cavities are eroding

Failure licks my teeth

and lays her head on my stomach sideways