Your words are scalpels tracing over the skin of a corpse
Tearing into skin that will never bleed for you, no matter how deep the cut
Riding tidal waves run off stagnant like a film of waste
Pools of garbage standing still
We rot in unison, single file as a whole
Petty differences do not register as barriers
Like road kill bloating in the sun
Playing mother in the form of an incunator
So beautifully vile
Cloudy cotton ball vision gradually gives way to clarity
We all fade out between the lines
On even numbers we fall apart
No exceptions, no apologies
A universal period to end everyone's story
Empathy, shoulders to lean on
A life vest to make treading water possible
Each and every one of us in the same mess, sinking together in the same quick sand
Wasting away, side by side
Salvation is irrelevant if we are all ghosts