See?

Empty is the best way to describe it;

Hollowed. Dulled. Sorrowed. Cold.

Aged as a spit out, half-chewed slice of fruit,

Sliced too far to the left,

Two steps behind my body: my head-

There!

Oh wait just a funky breath.

The clouds snow grey enough to mock my hold on reality my ability in depth.

Silly me for feeling with the thinks inside my head

I had grown up to be

Wise and kind

However grew up

Now sniffle and throw up

With the striking sensation of towering tantrums

Tight, twisted, tied, tainted, tampered, tired, tasteless, traitor!

And then-

Exhaustion:

In the cracks, the wrinkles, the taps, the mingles.

And then-

Well let’s see it.