literal prose:
we know how this ends
death smiles
every time they visit
to date
they have been responsive
to our refusal
to participate
they usually comes
in biker black
faded leather
white pills
leather jeans
oral reptiles:
we know how this started
derivative sins
it always goes the same
we might think
the frequency might
make it easier
might make right but not
we know they’re there
in plain sight
all we know
isn’t enough because
we’d rather not (know)
everything is good
we made it up that hill
saw the light sun of joy
let it all go the holding—
boom they’re there
with a smiley face
with a knife
with a knowing look
they’ve been waiting
for you
boom we see them
recall them from before
from those times to come
we know them
literal spore:
we know how this ended
they loved us not
it aint panic if
it saves your life
look right look left
where’s the exit?
WE’RE NOT READY!
escape is right there
we’re not sure
we can make it
aid comes but it requires
a sacrifice
oh the irony
to stay death
we must die
admit defeat
beg for mercy
again and
again
knowing
they will come
at last
never was able to
differentiate between a
trigger warning and a
spolier alert