Each day approaches.
Vicious throttling in its eyes.
…there is none.
Reaching for it desperately, clutching
With bony hands and snatching it to my
Gaping, flaccid jaw.
A camera’s flash.
Each day as stagnate as the last.
A figure sat.
Pale, milky white limbs
Transfixed on mine.
Lips plump. Parted
But used only to draw poison to.
A spent scratchcard.
A wasted opportunity.
A heart blackened.
A soul absent.
Cold, hard, prison bed.
Every day another gift; every hour another worry
Every minute another panic; every second another burden.