Nonentities at Hypocenters

Alone, child, you whisper
You cannot face this world
With thin air on your arm –
Searching from darkness,
You scrounge dumpsters
And struggle to shine light
All the way down

Your worth is little,
Cents tinkling across your
Empty soul – what the
Fuck did you expect from this whirlwind?
Mirrors shred on dirty skin
Sparkling teardrops shatter on the
Ground of reality tonight

stop crying, little girl.
don't you realize there's nobody here -
not to hold you up,
not to keep you down.
hold to your fragile heart...
your life's gravity bound.

Level zero, raise the meter
Life is rising, but you,
Darling, you are
floating down