my heart is the forsaken home on gates street
with an open door
and broken windows, strangers
will come here
a draft moves through the old skeleton
when the lonely bones
shudder, moan, rasp
“no more”
the intruders use her body
steal specks and portions
none will notice
they utter
except i will
i will
silent prayers
each atom is so crucial
picking at my core is foul play
who will pay for these damages?
one two three
keep breathing

i am left responsibility.