I have dissolved into The composite minerals of my body - There is nothing left but a damp pile of calcium and carbon, Maybe a little iron where my liver used to be.
You will not find the lump that was my heart - I cut it out a long time ago. I keep its shell on my desk - It holds paperclips, elastics, a backless diamond earring
I’m waiting to evaporate and blow away - My dust isn’t worth sweeping. The people who say they love me tromp through it on the way To their own destruction.
It’s easier to be a desolate pile on a filthy floor Than to live and breathe and feel my Hollow heartspace heave itself forward. It doesn’t know any better, but I do
I don’t live there anymore.