Uncharted.

I was virtuous today,

sang hymns to my own reflection…

brushed my bangs away,

the train-tracks to my brain,

look more closely,

don’t you recognize?

Consumption behind the eyes,

don’t tell me you believe…

I was virtuous today,

strung new stitches along the scars…

to intersect beneath the stars,

an uncharted territory,

all we have is all we are,

listen to me,

hear me, please,

on throttle and choking,

tires spinning and smoking,

ah, such virtuosity.