Time.

Yesterday I let my body burn, it was beautiful. 

I let it boil and spatter and dry and char and crumble, it was beautiful. 

All my troubles melted, slipping into the soil, it was beautiful. 

There it goes. 

I can feel it, there it goes. 

Here I am a pile on the floor.

 Yesterday I let my heart freeze, it was beautiful. 

I let it harden and crack and slow and rime and sublime, it was beautiful.

 All my troubles collapsed, falling into the cracks, it was beautiful.

There it goes. 

I can feel it, there it goes. 

Here I am a pile on the floor.

There it goes.

I can feel it, there it goes.

Here I am a pile on the floor.

Today here I am a pile on the floor, it is charming.

I am broken and damaged and injured and violated and disjointed, it is charming.

All my troubles fester, soaking into the holes, it is charming.

There it goes.

I can feel it, there it goes.

Here I am a pile on the floor.