—poetry 2.

—pull me apart 

search for the problem 

give me a new start 

my chemical workings rock back and forth 

and it’s my knees they’re leaning against 

—the rocking gets harsher 

may comes and it’s still the same 

back and forth 

i’m irrecoverably unfathomable 

a talking heap of brash 

—for no reason at all 

it’ll turn my brain to mush 

i cant help but think of the rush 

my knees tattered from comfort 

i am chemically unknown. 

xofemo