falling star dew drops on the rearview mirror disconnect from the self suffocating slowly in subconscious dilation peeling scabs with my teeth i read the verdict in my palms certain futures lost in present tense another lump in my throat another fortune lost to wishing wells my heart is a desolate peak life is a lonely disease embedding splinters in me life is a lonely disease wound tight like tourniquets splinters embedded in consciousness spiders shedding webs from their spinnerets sinking their fangs, this brittle husk just isn't permanent