You fracture me,
splintered and gasping,
crack me apart so completely.
Bleeding stumps I claw,
collecting the shards of myself,
slicing my scar tissue
as I clasp the fragments in the blackness.
The thin pierces of light
serve only to illuminate my rumination,
I memorize the shards,
I know every point and helpless sliver,
I arrange them,
mesmerised by the sticky wetness
colonising the dark refraction.
I fail to see how even this clotting, clumping ooze
could glue my meaning into anything tangible.
I fall back on patterns,
arrange the destruction,
a lost solace in structure.