Literature
choke
I collect things
they may resemble some of your traits
or be loosely associated to those things
that moved you,
I worship these little cadavers,
they rot out my heart,
send me to an earlier grave.
I collect things
and become them,
dirty artifacts to guide me through
life,
dirty emsembles to bless these
storms.
But
I'm going to get over you
for once and for all
and
collage new collections
to richer
the consequences.