“Goodbye,” she said.
I broke my arm when I was younger,
but I’d give away all of my bones
to have her there with me.
If she could take my eclipsed soul and
tie it to hers,
I wouldn’t dare do anything else.
There have been many shots
and tossing nights in bed
and late night conversations with people
I don’t even remember anymore.
Now I know my soul is not tethered,
that I’ve no soul mate.
I’ve been looking for home in all the wrong places
in this world.
I scrape a razor across my jawline
only to remember that home is skin deep.
I am in the carcass I will die in,
and so a goodbye will not kill me.
Selling my soul will.