2.16 am

Sometimes
You wished, you wished;
ugly hollow contrived being

In a crowd –
faces overlook
with disdain

Monotony speaks:
fade, fade, fade away
spill, spill into the cracks.

If only, if only –
but nonetheless
it continues.

In silent dreams,
the knives are sharp
but not sharp enough.

Ripped muscle
torn out of shattered rib bones
broken.

Sitting, staring –
Sounds wavering, voices distant;
People passing.

Momentarily;
It stands still.

It starts again.
A
Coin
Drops
Beckoning, beckoning –
She looks up.
He looks down.

Someone wise once said,
“Life is a probability dysfunction.”