how did we end up here
face down in the puddle
of dying fluorescent lighting

our eyes flicker
memories of woe,
(you're
a one digit
reminder)

and gravestones
with ropes
tied to their
sides;

crumble
with days gone by

how benign
it is to see our favorite
lovers arguing with
one another on
the corner with no
name

let's never
cross that street

when i dream

it's of
rotten cornfields
and charred
newborn bodies

a man hunts me down
tears right through me

then i tear right
through the next man

and this goes on
and on...

until i'm unable
to shed anymore tears