retch-twisting and choking themselves away from you
and you don’t want to tear yourself too thick
because then your layers reject each other
like oil and vinegar.
and it collapses slowly, circling vulture-esque
diving and clawing at decrepit heartbones
so you streak your eraser across dirty mirrors
but the scars get thicker
the more you rub.
you pull your intestines out of your chest
rip them, countersuck them so that they are gone from you
spit them out like cherry pits
except the cherry is rotten and oozing poison onto your tongue
and you knew that before you bit it but you bit it anyway.
disintegrate slowly and allow your fragments of tissue and liquid silver
to scatter to the great black hole, implode quietly
didn’t you think
your final inaction would be more glamorous?
or maybe you didn’t think at all.
This piece won an Honorable Mention in the 2017 Scholastic Art and Writing Awards.