Articulation Of My Body

The articulation of my body declares:
The perpetration you
inflict upon me
to relieve yourself is so
very slowly killing me.
I am burning out
faster than you
and you watch with apathy.

You are blind to the fact
that the eyes you peer out of
are as real and necesary
as what you feel when
you take it in.

The articulation of my body pronounces:
Your hunt for survival drags
me bleeding, scraping on thick needles
that you only feel
when I scream
at you. If I
were stronger you wouldn't even

exist anymore. I would
stand up and say

no - goodbye

to you one last time.
The articulation of my body has communicated thus.