Prevail

Removing this shard

not that it hurts anymore.

The missing lens

To a spyglass that searches for land

Against backdrops of barren seas

Played cautious, coy, and close

How can I tell you are my species?

The perception of your depths I lost

I left them someplace,

someplace that fears

as the photo album that lives

in the back corner

of the floor

of the basement
in my mind.

how I wish they burn collaborative effects

as they team up one by one in my mind,

jokes

that I don’t ever bring up

subconscious puns  

where being haunted became comedy at some point

and the ghosts in me never hesitate

to spread wings and draw blood

I wish I could

left with only the running ink

words that nothing can relate, re-tell, or rephrase

when I met our end on some barren road

with nothing to chase but your smell

lowering our eyes and wanting nothing

one foot in front of the other, one day at a time

abdicated what was once soft tissue

 and became callous with infection

that we call

survival .