i see you, limp
on the ground
in every room of this house
and sometimes on sidewalks
and in darkly lit places.i’ve been sleeping with the lights
on lately, but
they don’t protect me
from the darkness
that’s entered my mindthey leave,
constantly illuminated,
the inescapable end
i discovered in your eyes
as they rolled back
into your head
on the hardwood floors
where we used to build
empires.
your civil war // a.s.m