#whenileftearth

[jooksinglo]

Heart(pang) Pt. 3

How much must a man be forced to eat? How many repulsions -gut revulsions, revolution of hearts-cycled must it take, before he can wish it to fail?

Wish the muscle to fall to the stars; wish the eternity of tears initiate; wish to beg them to break from his stubborn eyes, solvent that remains unclaimed.

There; is liquid that registers with black phlegm, lodged and unmoved, who takes residence in union with heartbreak; an eternal beat, the congruence that goes palpably unrivaled. Unless you take it

here. Above the sky, in this expanse of darkness; nobody can accuse you numb. Not here. Not in the inkblot noire of space.

[jooksinglo]

When I left earth, I left nothing I was part of.

When I left earth, I left nights waiting at the door staring at the sky.

When I left earth, I left the sun setting on dead leaves.

When I left earth, -that barren planet, nothing was left.