Subluxation | poem

I wake to rotting echoes in a throbbing
world—a slipping
spine.


Unfurling vertebrae,
clenching nerves,
swirling bones
unceasing—wedged
between a
hopeful skull
and toilet seat. Knives
tuck me in—split
ego and will.

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