October is a **** terrible month
it's a bitter bile taste on my swollen tongue
ladies and gentlemen: gather 'round! see the horror film
it's about the play out before my eyes.

Cereal nearly drowns in a bowl and
I swear to God it tastes like tar
and ashes, but I didn't know that yet
not yet, I thought I'd slam that old broken door and
watch the sunrise.

My phone illuminates, you say
"I'm on my way to get you now"
Why? when I know I'll get there sooner than you
"Did no one call you?" you're outraged and
my ceramic breakfast bowl threatens to shatter at my feet
when you tell me.

Backseat of a car that was sold two years ago
my body smashed between my niece and
the door, I wish I could open it and roll out
while we're on the highway
because I know the hospital is close
too close.

I don't want to write anymore because the sun
mocked my emptiness with its rays when I just
wanted to see it climb the sky.