how much
do your hands weigh
now that they hold
more than your pulse?
i’ve seen them
dangling low like
the weight you swallow
has possessed your outline
my gut sinks me still.
about how long will it take
to seep to my edges?
about how long until it clots?
cleanse me
but do not leave me light
there must be a stench
to my soddened shuffle
when will my shadow
yield a thicker shade?
when will it
shroud me?
i have turned
my chest to you
now please, friend
turn it dark
