dread full

dread is

waking up each morning

wishing you were dead

going to sleep each night

wishing you didn’t wake up

and dreaming about nothing

at all except haze

that accompanies you always

like dew

that won’t evaporate

but sticks around

full and hungry

waiting to pool

and drown the world

like it will

if there is enough

dread

*

she smokes

the butt end of

my finger

and tells me

that she is tired

of breathing

and wants to do something

worthwhile

so i stick

my hand in her mouth

watch her squirm

and i am happy

that i have given her

the best of me

that little piece of heaven

i was created from

and will return to

but not before her