Hole

busy with my day of reckoning
I lost my hand with which I was supposed to wave goodbye to life
dropped it in the corridor more towards the end on the left side of throne of God
next to thoughts too heavy for me to carry on my own into the apartment where there is no room for peace
walls are still-life
barely breath with images of virginity and other curses
it is such a shame not to wield a mortal hand
taken out of destiny pocket
when you need it for the hole
in your head