for the greater part of a year
mine has been a many (late) tears-
depths of sorrow founded below,
brain and mind swallow (thick pills)-
of which one is founded on (hate),
two others describe debts and (ill kills).

owed to an enslaved desire-
of which anxiety is a (vicious) liar.
a plantation of sharecropped (infatuation)-
hormones’ many (jubilations)
coughed up in personas, numerous (fictitious).

verandas of empty space and stoic (face)
wrap the cranium in venomous (lace).
bound dead without resurrecting (sound),
my 140 units six feet (underground).

I was twenty,
He was seventy,
He came,
He saw me,
He paid in full,
This ugly bull,
We got married.
My parents had many mouths to feed,
I was the scapegoat.
I was forced,
I was coerced,
Into marriage,my youth in bloom,
A lifetime of doom.

I live in a vacuum.
I exist in a fundamentally
misunderstood airspace
inhabited only by a
lonely soul
who is
shouting and stammering
senseless pleas,
thinking,
"Who can this awful,
lonesome creature be?"
Never realizing,
"Oh,
it's me."

Wallet not exist
Night until late. I wake up.
Everything: regret.