Sorry. Poem by A.K. Cola

Illustrious compassion of collapsing carcasses,
From the edge of air-to pause-to relinquish
And standalone procedures, a window down
If the air thins I'll gladly die without a hum.

Preside over regret.

I flayed her fingernail off the crucifix.
Held her translucent keratin at eye level
(understand "eye level" corresponds
to the users vision) and if I were a good man
I would've returned her shield.

I beckoned for an outstanding victim,
A person who realized where I'd gone wrong…

Whatisitthatcreatescompassion?
Whatisitthatcreatesempathy
…after…
ONLY
After the deed is done. She spitted
At eye level. Mine. ONLY. Mine
For I told her so.
I said,
"I wish I died before this moment,
I watch strangers from the thin air
I repress their lungs and eat oxygen
For dinner." I choked as if air was a memory.
She crawled off her crucifix and told me
Everything would be alright,
Her lips fluctuated sounds for seeds,
Desire grew from her throat, I've climbed
Willingly, but never with the intention to fall.
Never. Until that moment when she closed her mouth.
And silence was all we spoke of.