one slice
would be nice
to finally see
the feels

incision speaks

lol's spurt
as i watch w my distant

eyes
a glass w crushed ice

nobody is
who they say they are

all is light and lighter still
ppl flake ppl flake

i am not ok w the chasm
of rich deep that
stares and mocks my shallow
reach

im tired now
lights dim

im almost out of
things to make up from
thin air

it's garbage
and yet it
stills things for a time