I am dust
Ash
Smoke
Ruin
A penumbra inching towards total darkness
Fugacious breath that seeps from burnt lungs
I create art in recompense for a misspent life
An emaciated existence that has been wasted on survival and the self-serving pursuit of ataraxia
Where do I go from here?
How do I fill a hollowness that is already overflowing with negligence and bile?
How do I revise my insides to allow for a future that I continue to sabotage even now?
I can do more as a corpse than I ever could as a human
I don't think I'll make it out of this alive
(2023)
