Bound To Repeat It
There are atrocities in the body
millions of skin cells
sloughing off every moment
we start
by losing our amniotic lives
leaving the placenta behind
falling into and out of
this oxygenated existence
we exile ourselves
from the connective tissue
of our worn selves
we turn away from
the genocide of blocked arteries
our voices
fall out of us
into a thousand
shallow rooms
we brush our teeth at night
scraping away enamel
as if it will return
we turn down the bed
lose another strand of hair
never notice the mass graves
beneath our skin
we purge ourselves of all light
when the day is over
we forget our names
when we sleep
– enter the mitosis
of dreams
we ignore the bones
thinning
never recognizing
how small colonies
of tissue
are lost
without a sound