Day: Jul 16, 2020

This is not a sunny city, all the light is sold on dark corners.

Too far for me to reach, too dangerous for my own mourners.

I’ve been too unwell to ask someone to buy that spark for me.

It’s not unfair to say that everybody here is unstable or sorry.

Stuck in my four walls, tearing apart every shelf to find it –

What if I stacked up on bulbs when I still had some fine wit?

The Wire-eyes on the radio keeps screaming out my oldest fears.

I pinch my forearm purple to dull the need to volunteer.

In the mirror room I notice how my scleras are now the reddest.

The radio station switches its ring to a plethora of menace.

They sentence me to another year of unrest.

“You can’t wrest guns away from someone under

Their own mind’s duress.”