I shatter
Into tiny, colored
Pieces
Like waves
I smash
Against the coast
And beneath the rocks
My body flows,
The sounds of my tongue
And the flesh
That makes me whole
Everything is tired
From bones to wires
I'm no longer here
How could i be?
I'm not a thing
Not a person
I'm not a memory
Not a poet
Not even lines
In paper
I am not
This thing you read
