Forever

ill prepared and
fully-weathered;
i can last perhaps
forever.

as this city devours
me whole, no bones
or trail remains in puddles or
rains, as if
i never existed.

the drum-drum in my head
is a full-on nightmare and i
adore it, warm
hold me.

there is no pain as nerves
disconnect and joints rip, rap
less of me to sait its appetite.

i am home.