1. I love this poem.

    i have this

    unhealthy

    obsession

    its eating

    away my

    flesh ;; a

    waning

    suppression

    slowing the

    beats in

    my chest

    such a

    relentless

    progression

    as numbers

    fall less & they

    won’t stop until

    i’m gone just

    dust & bones

    singing a

    farewell song.