You reach for attention-
all you hear,
the ringing
in your ears.
Your throat is dry-
face is warm,
skin so cracked
that if you smile you split a lip.
You smile despite the blood
dripping to your chin
Undoubtedly hopeless
you extend your arm,
offering the earth
your dirty hand.
Your face,
pushed in the mud.
Silt caked in the cracks.
You bled something
I can't imagine,
healing among all of that.
