Look at the words on the glass. Look at the words never heard. Sparing details to conclude what you couldn’t feel anymore. Just look at your spine, there’s no marrow in your bones. (Hear a little lie that makes you confront the part of yourself that you wish away every night as you crawl towards sleep. A fine tuned reaction to the countless cells your body has lost - lost from the few parts you cared for at all). Libra! Did I make your palms dip? Libra, I’m losing it. Rest - and know you're losing it.