I feel like I'm falling apart.
My button eye is unraveling to where I can only look down on the crumbling ground I stand upon.
My shoulder sockets are torn from being tugged on with a string tied around my wrist that keeps multiplying it's thread count so some day soon a rope can rip my arm completely off.
My chest shows divets and craters from man-handlers ripping out my vital organs.
To no avail the next prone spot will leave me totally lifeless, so we'll see.
My ear over the years has been stretched and pulled and now it's fallen off, so I can't hear God's guidance in my good ear.
I need that one sewn back on, badly.
I'm deaf in my other ear from Satan screaming his semantics.
My feet are filthy and embedded with pieces of pavement from trying to find somewhere to go.
My mouth holds a lit cigarette.
I ripped off my nose, so when I hang out with her again her scent can't tempt me to give her my words back.
This is the fading feeling of her and me.

-someone