Seken - Cloud Rat

Wake up.

Dull bulb flickers fluorescent

Mind on again.

Down the stairs.

Bathroom Mirror

Clothes on again.

Can I do this again?

Unpaid.

Pinstripe red.

Overtime

My fingers are cold and my lips are dry

Did I leave the lights on?

Do I remember?

Recession to collapse

I stare at myself in the reflection

One last primal thought.

DSM-5

I imagine famine & the blood of others

Ants that dance in the sand

Suns hands pushing and pulling

The last beads of moisture I’ve saved

The mouth of the people

The mouth that gulps humans

Weak.

Infinite.

Incomplete

Brittleness;

a transformation that will never happen

Waiting for an ancient god that does not exist

Things missing.

Things you remember.

WIthdrawal

«It's the food they offered you

It’s the subversive, it’s treacherous

And it does not mean life.»