out of scratch

my brain
is bankrupt. there are
no words
left
to be said.
the safe of me is empty.
everything has been
withdrawn, over drawn,
or stolen.
I have no coined
phrases, no
letters inside of hearts
to be written
or carved into
trees along the wooded
path.
the bridges are all burned.
my knife is dull.
my nails
are bitten to the red.
i'm out of scratch.
out of bread.