no survival

you come to me with a numbness
like a little bird
you touch my wind
and fly away.

your stones start falling on my baldest head
the head you've pushed away
from the highest cliff.

you come to me with a numbness
filled entire globe of arms
empty fingers that coudn't catch
the slightest feather.

I hear your dry lips opening and closing
your heavy breathing against my tired shoulders.

I hear you comming and closing doors
you've left yourself on the other side.

you come to me with a numbness
drag my holed soul through the roughest concrete
and leave me
by the corner I shouldn't see.