my problem is our problem now

longing for annihilation
makes the gods smirk,
“One breath at a time.”

A red dripping spear thrusts through your chest
from the back, look and
no one’s there.

another calendar day,
same glowing screen.

A shit-ball of feelings roil in your guts,
disgust you left witnesses, survivors.

scramble squadrons of words,
pin some of the pain to each and

where they strike they barely break skin,
rarely muscle and never bone;
blood flat refuses to carry to the heart.

head burning with bees on fire,
consider ash and dust,
milk and saints.

Click to Send
futile as an arrow fired at the moon,
payback for the memory of a ghost

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