you await yet
one drop of sanity to salvage itself
from this thing--the smoking wreck
of your sense of safety
and you await it alone because you have learned
to be your own hero
from a disney movie
and you are not good with words
and you are afraid.
but there is no connective thread
in your hand. because flesh
was supposed to be your guard
but it betrayed you.
the connection isn't in your reach--
you watch it writhe somewhere down deep
like a live wire, sending out
such sparks
and you just
hurt yourself.