layers of our bodies away until we’re hollow.

of what once was and what wasn’t.

a

We’re floating here, in the ruins of the displaced.

they

We can’t breathe here in the ruins of the displaced.

fill our lungs like smoke.

The clouds of our

and in-action

With no

Walking on the edge of this deadly
Measuring every step, every breath

our eyes
our hands
our feet

What happens if I

We are floating here in the ruins of a lost battle

Trapped between the

We’ve given ourselves up to the hands of our destiny

With no

A radioactive puddle of all sorrows.
Port Hope, no hope
An endless, useless search

We are floating here in

We can’t breathe here in the ruins of the displaced

wrapped around

With

Will I keep floating? or will I drown?

you from me?