VIRB

I drink and drink
to nourish this thing...
attached to me.

What is left is dried and whithered.
I woke to find my body in this condition.

You just laughed and
joked
it was only
a miscarriage
of justice.

Leathery dried pouch...
attached to my belly button.

Today it fell off..
ground to dust
and floated away.

Small penance
for being enraptured
by the scar
on your shoulder-

Back when life was in me.

For now,
I am left with nothing
but memories
of this thing.