"the hole"

Peel back my layers,

And find the depth of the decay underneath,

The broken body, ready for death,

Anxious for the nothing it is sure will come next.

Next to nothing, you become something,

And only then.

You fall apart with your atoms.

We become the heavens, angels fractured.

The energy flowing in our bones

Is the closest concept to a soul,

And your energy will dissipate.

When you are buried in the hole.