we only have what we remember.

when my meds hit right, it’s like getting plucked out of the middle of the ocean

I can stop and breathe; I can move my body with so much less resistance; I don’t keep getting sucked under

sometimes I get lucky and the fog lifts, too

is this place still real

i'm still picking your bones from my knuckles swishing your blood between my teeth i guess you thought you could leave i just needed to keep a piece, more than ashes on my cheeks the tears dried up a while ago except for when i need to feel the most there's still a few left, still some answers left unsaid i keep asking but the void just laughs in my face as if i could ever get out of this place dirt on my shoulder, the shadows creeping closer i forget how many steps it takes my shirts already coated i thought i had already lost it the moths make threads out of my tales

i keep touching things and smearing pride like i can't help but look behind the curtain, peel back the mask, i didn't think i would last haunting this plane without losing my breath we're not done yet.