There have been aches within the aches of numb dread
That wake and toss and turn
And mess up the sheets

The maddening emptiness has been filled with renditions,
Solo words floating on salty water,
A river where tears go to rest.


Examining the shards that splintered, hoping to see where it broke.
It always cuts the same,
the crimson leasions on the wrists of reality.