Bulk

the singularity of this mind
circling around the same
dying delusion
is tearing fine lines around
the corners of eyes
passed off as shadows
awkward elbows
thrust back and forth
to mimic running as if
one could escape out of this
shell of a body.
But empty ramblings lead to
swollen hearts, too full to contain
spilling over to imaginary
spaces that decay slower
than the brutality of reality.