juxtapose

Chasing a train of thought I follow the tracks deep, elsewhere on my mind. For a moment I’m lost and serene.

Binging away I’m fattened with endless compulsions, with pills to stop me from screaming in my sleep.

Locked in my cage I’m safe from senseless indulgence but live alone, the refuse of the machine.

A knock at the door. Privilege’s palm or poverty’s paw?

The invisible hand beckons to all.