I know for whom the bell tolls
for it often tolls for me
yet it is a different daily death it brings.
I go towards the chime
when the chime calls to me.
My saliva runs every time it rings.
I have relinquished so much power.
The power once inside of me
is diminished beneath the weight of so many things.
The million tiny deaths I die
each day must be dead to me
til deaf I become to their subtle sting.