Over 16,536,838 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
A head in my lap
an ache in my neck
my thoughts on dried blood
diminishing with each unchecked day
I'd like to say its getting better.
Rubbing the vacant spot you left
all the pieces retrieved
reattached
the story absorbed in the pourous dirt
the stiff pain eased with another shot
The mighty beneath the heel of God
twisted and pulverized
I'll escape one day.
One day I will grasp minute promise
Eureka, muse, bliss
Years of upward swim
the nailbeds raw from clawing
and I will crumble these gifts in my palm
I will spit from those lofty heights.
My last breath a hoarse chuckle, wet and stalled.
