deal with it
summarize
visualize
aggravate
salt the wound.
there is no safe place. no easy way to make you feel good.
a palatial estate, a palatable taste, a homely face.
give it away, no charity. No sanctuary left, no free
dumb. like a waiter, no use, left behind.
a sense of the vestigial kind
petty, the rotten lingering of sugar shock on your tongue
messy, a trickle of warm fluid tickling your upper lip as you run
ready, slick and cold dull edge run your finger across for fun
nobody likes this, not even you. it is callous, negative, perfunctory, hubris
deal with it deal with it deal with it deal with it deal with it
this is how i cope with this slowly unraveling length of
what is left of my life i have nothing left i am at the end of
