I’m hiding in the sun with the moon across my face.1
And while all they see are eyes,2
bones sink beneath the moisture of my lids.3
They don’t see the graves, nor weeds, nor desolation so like lace,4
just the fingernail curve of the moon’s smile.5
Enough said.6
And yet on a warm day in the cold depth of my mind a crow sits and waits.7
It waits to feast, to feast on me.8
Its quick eyes, so keen to death, see the bones and me, as I wrought.9
Enough said.10
This repeats over and over in the dark, as the crow caulks its head.11
Enough said.12
Clashing and dashing the inside of my mind, even as I lie in bed.13
Enough said. Enough said.14
My chest is getting heavy, so much heavier than lead!15
Enough said!16
Enough said!17
I wish, I just wish I were dead.18
Enough was never said.19
