This is... I didn't know it until I looked at the receipt, but I've been living in a mass extinction event for a while
People living in 1809.
A world without Frankenstein.
Dead before the movie.
Bones, home to moss and creeper vines.
They won't see the good in me.
They won't know how many times I'm bad.
They won't count how many lives I've had.
Steal myself against a
mass extinction event.
Saucer eyes,
Rung out cold war mornings.
Space rockets pierce the city-scape.
Glinting silver panels shaped into a future.
I wait for a Queen's thawing opinion.
I don't need forgiveness, just release.
Before I get used to this.
The past often repeats on me.
Oh no, I've used up another of my lifes.
I'm dealing with it pretty well, actually.
Reminding myself time is a pristine stream
Running over names like sun blanched seagrasses in the shallow bed.
Carving and wearing out second chances.
Like my meandering filthy tongue in my bird brained head.
I toss a rock in.
In attempt to some permanence.
Shimmering silver splashes up, like spooked bleak fish.
Then swim by as if it's nothing worth happening.
That's how I learnt it's not rocks; it's driftwoods carry on the current.
I found a folded receipt
of a moment spent.
Lying on the bed,
Rung out nightmare sweat.
The moment hit like a rock; receipt floated like driftwood.
Listening to the texture of constant falling acid rain.
I wait for a dream Queen fever to break.
I don't need mercy, just release.
Before I really get used to this.
Satanic panic attack.
I'm at ground zero percent.
Emotion spilling all over the place.
Slithering guts.
Rung out rags of blood.
Dropping grief like stones but the water is too shallow.
Creating reefs instead of sinking deep below.
I wait for a Queen's ship to sail.
I don't need saved, just release
Before I get much too used to this.
I don't need absolution.
I own everything I am.
I was created as perfect as only possible by man.
The reason I broke is because I'm brittle.
It's my poor language, not on you to understand.
It doesn't mean I'm not broken.
It doesn't mean I can't make you understand.
"I'm sorry. Sorry for whatever happened"
Doesn't cover the sadness of realisation.
It feels like a mass extinction.
It feels so lonely to be living in it.