I’m human.

Beyond all collective measure, flawed.

I see life moving like paper bags in the rain.

I stand and ask it to move.

I stand, head cocked and confused with eyes fixed “why here?”.

Tones in syllables that mount a horse of how and why its always been.

Riding ghosts like mares, in linen beds shaped like mouths.

I forgot you here.

clutching flesh that wilted into question marks and hesitation wounds.

I’m watching everything smoke hard into deliberate mouths.

Feasting.

Yearning.

Bleeding upon every minute that exists within these walls.