Seken

Wake up. Dull bulb flickers fluorescent
Mind on again. Down the stairs. Bathroom Mirror
Clothes on again. Can I do this again?
Unpaid. Pinstripe red. Overtime
My fingers are cold and my lips are dry
Did I leave the lights on? Do I remember?
Recession to collapse
I stare at myself in the reflection
One last primal thought. DSM-5
I imagine famine & the blood of others
Ants that dance in the sand
Suns hands pushing and pulling
The last beads of moisture I’ve saved
The mouth of the people
The mouth that gulps humans
Weak. Infinite. Incomplete
Brittleness; a transformation that will never happen
Waiting for an ancient god that does not exist
Things missing. Things you remember. WIthdrawal
«It's the food they offered you
It’s the subversive, it’s treacherous
And it does not mean life.»