deaf mute

you will never hear my voice again, i am a wood. and despite the fact you chop down one of my trees after another you will never reach the heart.  not this sad monday, not any other day.

die of suffocation.

i like to drink wine in the morning. the way the body is unaccustomed to it. i never say good bye, i just disappear. in silence. into silence. into black light.

die of sufficiency.

lies. strategies. like rot is their scheming. everyday i want to puke in their faces. everyday i want to leave those long tables forever. everyday i stay.

die of inability to say fuck off.

 

::: cufk :::