Clocks spin forward as I walk backward Riding on of what is left of me you’re feeling good have you thought about what you done have you thought enough yet have you done enough yet? no. now i’d like to say god only knows what we’re going through. “Picture this,” he said. “You in your bedroom with your head cut off.” You grit your teeth and you say, “Why did I trust them? I swore I’d never trust them.” But you did. Something in my has snapped. A final straw. The disjointed camel’s back. I find no comfort in the ways of the flesh. In the ways of being human. I want to erase my existence. Not kill myself, but remove myself entirely. Past.…