first draft
my feet dig into the dirt and rubble / a used syringe pokes at my shoe / i spend my time curling into empty graves / the sunsents of the quiet town / in the light / your eyes / your name resides on my cracked lips / a prayer / a promise / silence buzzes through my ears / it's been three months / nineteen days / eight hours / this world is unsalvageable / bracing for impact / they will ask my name / i will stutter yours / mosquitos and fireflies are my only remaining company / your memory / my salvation