Withers: (verb) “Cease to Flourish”

And my heart withers,
like flowers without water

when will my body stop
pumping blood?

I am breathing!
I am trying!
I am biting my skin!

Sweat pours from my pores;
I am all alone

and my heart withers.



what can i say?
when you’re on the floor

in pieces,

your body no longer yours,


do you pray? or

do you linger on the edge,

wondering how far it will push you

until you fall?