Aim, fire! Chemical
fragrance confirms strong toxins
at work. Die, germs, die!
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Aim, fire! Chemical
fragrance confirms strong toxins
at work. Die, germs, die!
Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
He feared brain blood clots
but it’s labyrinthitis.
He’ll live after all.
Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
You still up? Dude, it’s
not like the internet won’t
be there tomorrow.
If you suffer from
triskaidekaphobia,
good luck. You’ll need it.
Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
“I’m telling you but
don’t worry, I’m fine,” she says.
I listen, but do.
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.