we only have what we remember.

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

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