The Slow-Creeping Cacophony of Compromise

I’m done standing up
I’m done laying down
I’m done stumping up for you
I’m done paying out
I wake up in blisters
They burst when we touch
The room fills with vomit and rainbows
A slow sick glissando of trust
Where did all the days go?
Birds shit on the window
An accretion of fossils: we’re dreamless apostles
For something gone rotten
For something for—?
The children stand around the bedside
With foundation diplomas in love
One eye on current house prices
One hand nice and safe on the plug