four by four.

her lungs 
these lungs 
cannot breathe,

sitting in a sickening warmth that engulfs thee
whose vessel breaks down as we speak
eyes withering to dust, leaving their womb empty; no use for she, no use for me.

calloused cutis wrapping around their deteriorating flesh
replacing the silk like, freckled breast
That soon would mirror a corpse's knee; no use for she, no use for me.

hands- skin bone, grasp the fleshy tree
that held up the shattered hollow home, who was stitched with insanity
no use for a brain that cannot see, cannot speak. one that cannot obtain the oxygen to feed it’s needs. what a shame. she will continue to stare at the static sky, that is engulfed by pale walls, four by four wide. Until,

her lungs
these lungs
cannot breathe.