Disintegrating in Real Time: September 18, 2023

Artistry takes tolls,

unknown.

Artistry breaks bones,

I know.

I sacrifice,

I stake-

claims into creation.

I yell,

I scream-

begging to be seen.

For an audience never feels,

the pain as the final brushstroke,

shoots a sensation-

numbness,

up my wrist,

into my nerves,

straight to the brain.

They don’t see the hours,

minutes,

seconds-

counting down my extinction.

For the day that comes,

when my hands give out,

but my trained eyes

never see-

the world the same.