Neutralizing pills, disinfected teeth,
Tweezers adjusting my veins like wires.
A bright light hovering my head,
Could be God descending, could be a fire.
Politely, I morph and transpose my ghost to a better host.
The pain's retribution for my young self for not being old.
For the deities, I must put on a good show,
As all the legends have gazed under the same moon.
Mirtazapine for dinner, breakfast, and lunch,
Transcripts of my language recorded in real time,
To live is to be free, but when I do, I'm on the run.
I only go to therapy to shamelessly confide.
Reanimated, I am an algorithm.
Reanimated, I am a system.
Reanimated, I am a victim.
Reanimated, I am an organism.