Loser

Living offline

Mornings crack open my back

Separation is a violence –

I own a heart with a hole punched through

The intimacy of loss –

I am in bed with ghosts

Forty days a requiem

I am disappearing

I am then I am not

Here unpicking stitches

Then untying knots of our years

And cutting cords to set you free

I am let loose amidst the bedlam

Lunacy has wide arms

There is no safe space anywhere

How big the world is

There is no safe space anywhere

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