My fingers hurt
their bleeding?
on an empty screen.
drops of words
I never type in time
I only think of them
20 minutes late
20 minutes later

My lips numb
it's bleeding?
it has no
use anyway,
I only say useless
remarks
and they're all
the same

My temper is like
my faith
gone and just
a bunch of lies.
my time is something
I don’t want
to write about
it’s all been planned

I guess I’m looking
for more?
a new word
after another word
more laconic
than what most
could think
to use.