What’s in you?

What do you know?

Reaching out,

trying to touch

the smooth absence

of you.


Seeing nothing,

feeling nothing,

and panicking.


This is where

the meaning of the world

was supposed

to be.


All I see

are robot written lines,

zeros and ones,


of a vague



Rifle through you

in a daze.

Touch my body

for my pen.

Upon finding


I feel the madness well.


Can’t find anything

that would help

release the pain.

Chew through a vein

and use my finger

as a pen.


Not sure

why it’s so important

that this story

be told,

but my blood

flows freely.


I hope

I can finish


the words go.



HG – 2021

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