Bit by bit,

he felt it:

his belief,

his life–

fall away.

He was worn,

frayed, but

no longer just

along his edges;

Like mouths

tangled in

unvoiced lies,

large rifts


and he was


No one was

left to watch

for the last

wet-blooded thud

in the dirt.

(July 31, 2019)

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