bits...

pieces of me

die

daily

trimmed bits

lie on cold

ground

bits...

it's just

bits

tomorrow

maybe they'll

be lunch meat

for other

crows

#$@!%$ birds....

we went out

a walk

your quiet voice

swung hard and heavy

my back was broken

(the impact of the your words)

the muffled crack

of my spine and confidence

being snapped in half

i lay on the ground

weeping

"...can't move my legs..."

i could hear

your voice saying;

"Oh! Look at all the birds!"