lustrous lines obscured by opaque blinds.
frozen metacarpals tap, tap, tap, the window glass.
syncopated staccatos with the broken clock.
synchronized with my post-traumatic ticks, ticks.
talking to the space in the room that echoes back indiscernibly
to my disconnected self, self.
it’s self-consuming,
what’s ensuing is my undoing the nightly casualty of war
in my endless dance with entropy,
i must rescind my sentience, the sickness that i know.
rearrange the disarray of disintegrated senses,
puzzle pieces, spectral splinters of a soldier’s worn and tattered soul.
in my endless dance with entropy,
i must rescind my sentience, the sickness that i knows.
stuck with eager dirty needles.
shipped to an early steeple where boxes close.
descend with grace as you defend yourself.
both charitable and chaste.
praise me for my valor, lay me on a crimson tower, justify my endless terror as my “finest hour”
treat me as a token to deceive the child.
whom we fatten for this scapegoat slaughter.
“i learned to fight, i learned to kill, i learned to steal, i learned that none of this is real”
none of this is real, none of this is real, none of this is real,
but there’s a war inside my head
beleaguered by my breathing, choking, screaming, heaving
time drags me back to the desert.
a child stumbles from the wreckage holding his salvation,
the trigger to cessation
i took a life that takes mine, every quiet moment we collapse
have you forsaken us? all the darkness comes alive.
take my hand, drag me to the void.
