#ellipsis

i rest my head, my case
my strangely weary bones
on lavender-scented garbage bags

some days
when everything blows
and there’s absolutely no
possibility of any air
going up my nose
the awkward silence of disappointment
lays bare

ubiquitous feathered creatures
sing on the same exact frequency
as the ringing in my ears

a stifled cough
chases me and the monkey on my back
demanding answers and explanations
to smother the wrath of fear
of death

grief is a multi headed monster
and denial is not a river in egypt
but a stream
running through my veins

pain is a sycophant concept
a constant as certain as change
life, an irrational digit
and i can only seem to exist
and to be able to breathe
in between two gusts of wind