dissolve

I think I could just
dissolve
let those fragmented pieces
fade into the bed
each breath spreading me
open
until the bits begin
to fall away.
the numb, tingly vibration
spreads to the edges as I
break
fuzzy little bubbles rise
to my surface
until the nothingness blissfully
comes.

but what happens when I
break
when I'm all used up
when the meter settles on
a red E
for empty.
when there is no more
just nothing
a vacuum inside me
where no words, art, or laughter
can ever come again.
and that little broken shell
that will remain, I'm sure
will it be relief
or just dead...