some days
I feel like a
dried up carcass, weathered and worn
hardened like a human jerky stick

as my soul is
gone
stifled.

and I realize that what I want out of life
us not the same thing, that
life wants out of me
as this society swoops in like a flock of overbearing vultures
ravenous
they pick me apart

To be.

I can’t.

a heavy sponge of chloroform over my nostrils
until my body functions
but there is nothing left within


Anonymous
10:03:00 PM