These Days
With the end of the world comes many realisations -
what you can fit in your mouth, you can fit in your hand
there is a difference between a fist and a heart
they are the same size but
when you punch through a chest you kill something
when you can feel your heartbeat in your feet
you have felt something whether it is true or not
you were there when it happened you survived
you threw yourself at the wall for days and you survived
you circled the empty cage like a starving tiger and you survived
you were lobotimised and torn open for scrap and you survived
it's interesting how much the body wants to live
on days like these when the sirens wail out for the end
and you come to terms with what you have been left with
I hope you have come to a similar realisation -
these days your skull is the best home to have