Done with you

I woke up this morning and screamed for a bit

burning like dwindling stars,

fire that Pandora stole from Prometheus and lost at the airport.

This is the switch that pops the blade

that triggers the monster

that swallowed the sun.

Cut the veins

Cut the wires

Cut the lines of communications

thoughts have become curdled

In the aftermath of mental culling

I woke up this morning and screamed for a bit

floating in ocean

King of empty

Lord of

Obsolescence

In the corner a windowless room

wallpaper faded

Humming songs that you can't entirely remember

making half assed attempts

drawing pictures

of shadows

of holocaust ghosts

I woke up this morning and screamed for a bit

Portrait of a war general

Water color memories of yellow and gray.

reflections of

Dreams of

Old friends left to shrivel

When the Stagnation comes

I can sit perfectly still

wipe these lips

of the remnants

of cancerous vomit.

I woke up this morning and screamed for a bit

Took off the blindfold

Removed the dagger from my back

Cutting and pasting

Swallowed

Brittle boned and waltzing

On the day of the dead

Skinless

Soulless

Chastising

wind spitting bitches and

Sons of narcissus

I woke up this morning and screamed for a bit

Warring with broken reflections

Doppelgänger stabs,

Puts on a dead man's shoes,

Parades around proudly

living your fiction.