Psalm 152 (cut serratis)

A jagged cut

To empty out myself,

To pool upon the floor

Beyond retrieval,

Past repair.

I failed.

The darkness overcame me.

I halfheartedly explored,

My hands up only partly,

In fear of exit.

Plummeting.

Despite the lights

I poured the water over,

Can you see me here?

Did I fall down too far

For you to reach,

To care?

My blood's a puddle.

I am past repair.

- 4/29/25