starting over

all of it is just about
tearing apart those scents
from ribs and the guts
and wrecking that dorm of memories
and telling the mind it's okay
and it'll just end if you bear it
for a little more
and then
dig up the nails,
pulling up the skin
and listening to track of the
cracking separation
as the skin trims open
the wounds within
and the idea of a fresh start
pulls out those nodes
spilling blood all over.
and at the end,
when the bones would become too weak
to bear their own weight
burn that mask
and ask everyone to bloody rot themselves
because it had been enough
of you holding up
and them foxing over
and over again,
of you burning
and them, burning.
but do you trust yourself enough
to forgive yourself; a sailor from other end asks
and the castle breaks. - starting over / m. sandhu