I’ll kill you with the last bite, ejected from my stomach with forced might, just so you could let me down easily …it never does get easier from here.
I can’t take this anymore but wait, I’ve said that a hundred times before. Will this be the last time? (laughter abound) I won’t be here to find out (heaving sound) Killed by hindsight, the pain of repetive spilled guts, another lost fight. A street corner, toiling for a warm drink, Out of body, lost control, or the rational ability to think.
Prepared to sink with this ship, I’ll wait here til the next go around Onlookers gawk at the final trip those who knew watch me drown.
The view from the outside worse with each blow. The gutteral churn of a real-life, B-rate horror show.
We make marvelous ornaments- here, the ground level for beauty and commerce, eating each other’s will.
The green, stretched without any indifference, the ends and the means battling it out for supremacy.
Somewhere atop a sky rise reflected the sunlit sky back in its own space- reveling the mist, globe like and super-dome to round up all the weak and sick.
The malevolent crowds, CEO’s, shuffling into the situation room, executing every last heart and mind and perforating the globe into the sky, blacking out the sun, leaving the children to the scraps, fodder for the recessed masses.