A Brain Bleed Arrow Pointing Left
take a look around
and you will find my head
sitting in the middle of the floor
not thinking
the rest of my body is strangely
intact, surprising the present, dark
company due to the way that i
interact
the seasons have all been abolished,
and the rulebook bleeds from the many
sharp shards of glass that always give
it a cold welcome
all corners are haunted with great and
specific attention to detail
all of the space has been gobbled up and
spat out because the the simple fact that
the taste matches the grimy grimace of
the modern world
take a right turn and you will fall and die
immediately from the brain bleed from the
head trauma as a direct result of the fact
that all turns are left ones
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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