i sat upright in my filthy white bed, chain smoking cigarette after cigarette, comparing to something like a toxic cloud the sun never managed to reach.
i listened closely to the swarm of flies circling above my head
in my very own polluted city
observing them dart into the window tumultuously bouncing off like small stones.
somehow they knew me and just like everything else, desperately wanted a way out.
i know its hard being trapped in something rotting before your eyes
i tangled up the last words on the page i was incoherently reading loosely folded it over and shut the heavy end.
the nurse teetered over like a feign crow, wearing a black button down silk shirt under her white cardboard coat, her dull yellow eyes rose up through the smoke
coming to peck out my right eye
Peculate my golden lip
“Already?” she said condescendingly.
I let out the shadow of a breath, and turned over to my mausoleum of files at the window sill.
let me be, let me die
squirming worms of the dirt i swallowed still move inside
undress me from the old man i live in
pull down his is grey ash eyelids
let me forget my journals and books
my boxes of a barren identity.