forged

by Arran James

dis
loca
ated
thinking
i think
you ne
ed medication
and
i’m fine
i’m dying
and i’m fine
and
we’re dying
too
i feel Death
his greedy
finger
wrapp
ed aroun
d my
throat
just like
my hands
us
ed to be
aroun
d you

go and find yourself and tell me
what it tastes like when you realise
there is nothing but an empty core

peform
ance and
pro
cedures
hack
ed up
ampu
tated things

we’re
all in love
with our
aut
ism
our
auto
destructive
urge
and conspir
acy to
lie to our
selves
to pretend
at bein
g
sane

keep
writ
ing
lit er
a ture
can wait
this
is an
unend
ing
suicide
note
that i’m
afra
id to
finis
h

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