once upon a time
i fell into collapse
as if i still had a choice
about falling
haunted by the ghosts
of memories
both recalled
and forgotten
we carry the grave weight
of every dead cell
a mass accreting
with each breath
no wonder bodies
can only cope for so long
before they rebel
and free themselves
and there's a nip
in the air today
and the rain
hurts and chills
on the inside
and i can hear
my billions
of dead singing
