Spineless
Updated: Mar 4
TW: Implied self harm
i. dead night, hollow desk.
your lamp is a tacit limelight,
the paper in front of you is a death sentence in graphite, and you—
a
complacent paper puppeteer
strung
stung
slumped over artificial light and a dull
dull itch
ii. in your veins,
nausea, seasick, sickling
selfish 1AMs, yeses, i love yous and of courses.
retractable box cutter.
liquid
on the cold white tiles.
–
iii. top of the morning!
routines keep you grounded:
water
fruit (fresh)
eraser shavings
yesterday’s trash to the unused side of the table
iv. gratification?
easy.
eyes out
for the green light in every nook and cranny—
yes. excellent.
of course!
‘well written’, ‘brilliant’, ‘A*’ like morphine on a page.
v. back pain
past 3 PM – past the last ‘exit meeting’, the nausea oozes in,
air dense with molding dusk.
sedated
static
haunting
gnawing up your spine.