Over 16,536,023 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
I'm counting the flecks in the cement.
The odd bits of sandrock that look like asteroids
or displaced cancer.
That cold metal taste in the back of my head
as your foot grinds into my hair
my nose is numb.
My fingers tingle.
Everything's getting fuzzy
what little I can see.
Red mites, an ant reporting back to base.
The stucco of blood and skin on the sidewalk.
Last time it was the tiny desert.
One, two, six worlds away.
Last time it was hot. The kind you cut your hair for.
Wild swings, dead flowers on the wall, meat against bone.
Staggering into mediocrity.
Unremarkable in every category.
Except that tear down both shoulders.
That burn as you lift off, cut loose, and the cold haze comes over.
Don't stop.
Til it pools instead of splatters.
Til the tingle becomes empty.
Til the screaming stops.
Til both arms fall off.
