“uncored”
a poem collapses language into feeling.
connection isn’t absent-it’s shattered.
grief lives in the space where meaning fails.
Love, once central, now spirals-
fragmented, erotic, falling inward.
It doesn’t speak. It disintegrates.
......
my teeth hit the rope,
pulling death by the neck,
i am strangling,
feeling breathless.
dead weight is
weightless.
i fall in drift,
curving along the pale
......
“uncored”
a poem collapses language into feeling.
connection isn’t absent-it’s shattered.
grief lives in the space where meaning fails.
Love, once central, now spirals-
fragmented, erotic, falling inward.
It doesn’t speak. It disintegrates.
......
my teeth hit the rope,
pulling death by the neck,
i am strangling,
feeling breathless.
dead weight is
weightless.
i fall in drift,
curving along the pale
......