I don’t own a thing in this world
But I’m still breathing
Angels fall like rain around me
And I’m still reaching
Good, or don’t be—
The choice tears through my ribcage
Pilot the pain or let it pilot you
Third impact heartbeat
LCL in my lungs
Mother’s voice through static
Singing songs unsung
Tell me I’m worthy
Of this cruel inheritance
Or let the Eva sleep
And end this half-existence