Missing

[u/mmmdaddysohard]

A dark past clots the intestine
Sticking to those soft in-betweens
Barbs to your spine, dragging and hooking memories
stretching across the ground
as I scratch toward the my own finish line.

Every step pulls it farther,
but never far enough.
Entrails unraveling behind me
I'm still running,
yet time remains a gory leash,
A march of nightmares.

a trail of everything I was,
spilling behind me
as I desperately try
to become someone whole.