written from a gray place

my heart's on a backslide down the sky

waning into space blackness

my lungs hidden, choked, and ashen

full of eraser shavings and breaths that should've been

____"i-love-you-s" or 

________poetry.

i'm on a traincar into the mundane,

the organs that once held my fearlessness gone gray

____and feeble

feeling the night,

____and not the day.