no thoughts
dry mouth
moist eyes
palms cold
heart throbs
feet tired
twisted back
fingers stiff
lips cut
throat silent
nails bit
legs bruised
arms cramped
nose stuffed
pockets empty
faith teeters
breath gone
stomach knotted
ass worn
scabby knuckles
piling bills
soul dead
spirit fleeting
the you
with cat

*if you look closely you can see Buk’s ghost