Voice raspy and high,
metallic taste in the back of my throat.
No word has been said yet; it’s midday.
I know my self-worth isn’t fly;
even minor inconveniences be rocking my boat.
Thoughts tingling in an array.
The clocks are ticking slowly today,
heart pounding—it throbs.
A black stallion galloping over my chest.
Even the façades in my city
look at me in disdain.
Together we endure
these slow days,
them worms crawling backwards—
back to the creatures they were
before day one.
You seemed happy enough.