Bittersweet Home

Galoshes no longer occupied with warmth
Oozing out betrayal as when my heart pulls out its life
It still lives but without any cause
Maybe the maggots will come to consume its earth
It’s core, it’s mantle,
will be forced to elude visitations
For who’d visit?
Affected objects are merely inanimate, no way can they provide such a closure
Anyone?
Can anyone come?
The thread finally leaves the spool
Finds liberation, feeling utterly glee
But without an audience,
The much needed audience,
I couldn’t live
Perhaps where I am, it’s meant to torture
But I don’t ever remember being this cold
I feel my teeth begging and my wrinkles stiffening
Take a picture of me
Show me my shell
Divulge my insides
Set a bomb to my heart
Let out everything
That’s simply my final wish
Though I can’t explain this through words
Perhaps the moment would suffice