The Nausea
everything uses cruelty to exist
everything has claws barbs poison
glass that falls breaks becomes a threat
bodies that jump and turn to blood
like the junkie from the 701
or miss rivotril from 904
so long not being what we are
missing when life slipped
little hurting when and if it hurt
are you on vacation up there?
does the manager remain absent?
tell me if you also wait
something that velvets the obtuse angles
something that applies painless bandages
that bring back the white clouds
mattresses to stop voluntary falls
something that keeps scissors cuts butchers away
and the harsh noises
and the slanting glances
something that soothes human agony
to have conscience and body
mercilessly tied to each other
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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