the truth is
i can’t complete
this incomplete
memory
shaped with snapshots
and faded scents

the truth is
i’m dying to live
it’s all feigned laughter
and trained defeat
there are too many words
echoes of a plastic destruction
and distance reveals nothing

the truth is
spiral decay
is how we pray
and everyday
is another
harsh breath
reflected
under a silver scalpel
that’s just
waiting to fall