Vitality

My mind is sinking down through my chest
​and adding it's weight to my heart.
Together, they're heavy
​and pull on the skin on my forehead
​and under my eyes.

Their gravity combines and pulls
​my hair in.
My head is smooth,
​I have no eyebrows and my nails
are withdrawing.

I grow inwards,
shrinking and getting heavier.

The weight of my heart joins, kneads
​my liver into my mind.
​"Too much salt is bad
for the heart," they say.

​My intestines lengthen
and then contract around it all.
My heart would be digested
if it could fit into them.

​My stomach sucks up,
​but weighs nothing
and adds only emptiness.

​I still have my appendix.
Is it safe to have so many poisons
so close to my heart?

My kidneys get separated
​in the mass and they're filtering
​Strangers Tears & Blood
instead of cleaning me.

The skeleton stays
hard and stretched out
​with my skin still stuck on it.
​To look at me, you wouldn't say
my vital organs had moved.

​From my eyes
you might be able to tell.
From their being dry and scratchy-looking
​and a little withdrawn.

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​There are days when all I remember
is the feeling of your death -
Not You or you dying -
​just the feeling of me after you stopped.