I want to remember who I was.

Before fragility invaded my insides,

tossing about and razoring my core,

leaving behind scabs on scabs that

my core gingerly balanced on,

holding itself up pretending all

was right when a puff of breath

could bring it all down,

scabs cracking as the core crumbles

and it all comes into the light.

Broken.

Doesn’t feel like you thought it would.

Instead, it feels like nothing you’ve

felt, touched or tasted before.

The fire with which it hits you can

and will burn you…

Just depends on the intensity & depth

that you, that I, shall allow it.

I want to remember who I was.

But the fire swept through, burned.

All of that me is gone, ashed out.

Never got to say farewell.