I
try smiling—holding back a demon—with ghosts in my face. I asked for father—not
a damn answer—weighing hatred.
I
watched mother, slowly dying, no remorse, begging for death, such a terrible,
tragic collapse.
the
masses are angry, mostly feared, while I play some indecent viola.
the
world is dying, in this fretted insanity, booster shots every six months, and
most are oblivious.
eating
pestilence, fuck a fear game, it’s crucial upon a tear. parents outliving kids.
grandparents outliving grandchildren. most are driving to infestation.
apologies
to true women, caught in crossfire, radiant, nonetheless.
I
can’t change it. I was a dog at it. I was infected by silence. I asked for
granny, I was given ashes, I ate a hand full.
I
figure to feel. I fret to unfeel. I was callous in a scream.
and
some crush—it makes no sense, plus, I play pretend.
an
ottoman grinning, a child showing me, as screaming, this is what life must be!
