Fracture

 You hurt me


I am on the retreat


Within myself


The only corridor in which no one can follow
 



Hiding in the furthest recess of solitude


Spirit stripped to native nudity


No sharp edges


To fray this tender endoskeleton
 




I curl up into a ball


Rolled up into a corner

  

Strangely enough


I find myself sucking on my thumb


In a fetal position


Shrinking


My face growing ever younger


Aged chiseled definitions melting backwards in time


Shape giving way to softness

Surfaces refreshed by forgotten innocence


Smaller


I

Fade


Into an embrio


Then I no longer exist


In your

Life