I’ve no shame, left to offer
Only bones
Plucked clean
Stripped, of all former dignity

I scavenge the days
Pocketing
The prized merit of strangers

Swallowing whole 
Honest tribulations
As I wither
Enclosed
By self-neglect

Yet
I’ve no regrets
Not a scrap of remorse to spare

For daybreak remains in tatters
I haven’t the urge 
To rise again