Spit Me Out and Cry at Me
by @ClayFace
I’m nothing coming through.
A climax, a let down.
I’m a plan turned mistake.
I slipped out into a world to be forgotten in it.
Cold, slimy, smelly, and stupid.
I’m the putty they use to fill the gaps of history.
The time between now and when.
A time where something, anything happens.
Walk on me, I’m here to move you on.
It feels as though we’re nearing the end.
Centuries before, fate was branded.
In its burned flesh we made our mark.
It’s come time to slaughter.
But we’ll be the squealers.
I’m coming through into nothing.
A mother abused by her young.
Breasts dry and sagged from their greed.
Fat, weak, and stupid now from gluttony.
Next winter will bring their snuffing.
So pull me out.
This pink portal.
Into somewhere I belong.
The nowhere we are right now.
The nothing we’re going to be.