Gone are the Days

gone are the days when I’d welcome meteorites
with an open heart
so that
they could warm it for a while
for they have gathered and gathered
on
top
of
each
other
and now
all I have are rocks
d
..r
….a
……g
……..g
……….i
…………n
…………..g
…………….me
down.

and I gasp for air.
but…?
nothing
seems to ease my mind
I have specks of polluted rocks
on my brain
help.

falling stars, indeed
I lose control
my body falls to the ground
dragged by an
eviscerated heart.

there goes my
hope I
am cold
shivers go down
my spine
who knew
this is what
escapism
brings along.

don’t go hugging meteorites. they’re cold.