Exhaustion pulling
pulling
pulling at my skin
degloving my fingers
till it sloughs off my shoulders and flesh
spilling to the floor
exposing all therin

muscles rotting
flesh falling
in bloody puddles
mind is still afflicted
muddled

every step exposing bone
the slopping of decayed meat
yielding to rattling ivory

yet that clatters and falls to pieces
each dropping like heavy pins of my being

the trail of my wasted body
flayed
bloody
and spent

leaving only
a still burning heart

still beating
still trying
trying
trying
seeking solace
reaching out for rest
in ember's nest
till all's made new


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Valnuary, in the year 951 AF.