dystopia, where are your welcome bells? utopia—must have missed the exit. oh *****, I’ll gladly breathe your scent if you’ll calm this paranoid cursive.
drag me from this bush and introduce me to a forest to claim my own.
skipped the chalk of enlightenment, and landed on a crack and sprained my ankle.
head beating like a popcorn machine, membrane popping in the sun, sweat pours through ****** doors, drenches my senses in gasoline while a mosquito strikes the match.
pupils flawed by nails clawed, bloodied sockets gouged to forget to remember and to remember to forget,
to stop thinking about life after it’s all over, and when that will be, just let it be, you and me? relieved free? maybe …
… and maybe flesh will sizzle to the bone, maybe I’ll scream and moan, and pound my fists into my skull.
hamburger raw, soon to unthaw in the flames driving sanity insane.
posture with the shakes, productively stressed and destructively depressed, I just want to shed my clothes and drain my lungs into the moon, like a wolf without reason, without a single concern except for me and the moon;