sköll and hati

celestial interference disrupting jagged streaks
across day and night sky. sköll and hati lay
resting.

some days (most days) i wonder
if i’m worth loving. i drag my heart
through miles of broken glass i set myself.

contorted, twisted, soda can walls collapsing in
on themselves. jagged folds make disposal
harder than it needs to be.

i hurt myself more than anyone else ever will but
it doesn’t mean that people don’t hurt me. or
that this life can’t hurt.

gurgled breaths in hemorrhaged pools give way
to the silence of dusk. tired groans fill the air
with a bitter draught.

drown me, drown me in my indolence. a step too
far is a step towards myself, but what peace
does that bring?

light breaths on cool mornings. faint churning of
near-far lives make a city’s persona. stirring,
hati lies wordless, breathing in the life required
to lead the day.

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