Bellyache

laying in my bones

like a sparrow's den,

is my cracked self

im huddled on the floor

crouched in my arms,

it's my arched neck

bleeding my head

is too loud to make out

your fallen body

next to me, collecting coal,

its blackened knuckles

kissing the floor

listen to me

i can't see so i try to sing my voice

is too weak to make you

hear me, please hear me

but in this background scape

at the back of your mind

reside those louder than me

those bad rabbits

singing bad things

their ears like thorns have malformed

into giant pits

affecting my sight and your mind

your mind, your mind

away from me

a high-pitched frequency stops

their music my throat,

coarse

the silence allows

you to notice me

our state

your throat catches its

closing

our state

we are too far apart to

touch

crawling, crawling

no strength to

reach

i don't know what to do

your clothes, your clothes

with blurry eyes i unravel

my red sweater your

burdened head, boggled by hops

so your hands

tremble as they search for a tiny

rock precisely thrown

lands on my finger's tips i

tie its end to my thread and

throw you that end, using the rock as weight at

the start

you catch on to the red

we whisper our trembling bodies,

my muffled

sight and the loud

noise the rabbit scars

in the walls of your inner flesh has left me

blind

to the tornado around, people speaking a shouting a screaming running flooding all the world around us spinning

and we, too weak to speak too blind to see too loud to hear just

give the thread

a tug

to feel

one another

on the opposite

end