I.
The abandonment echoed through my porous boundaries
like false light through a weary mind,
tired of not knowing.

I loved a shadow
that couldn’t hold me.

II.
I let density form in me,
substance recreate my wounds holy.

The only way out
was internal.

III.
Divine razor,
curling away at my bark.

I wasn’t meant for dishonesty—
not my own
or anyone’s.