white walls
left bare in our houses,
and we put up mirrors
to remember
our own faces
set against
the backdrop
of boring white walls,
lifeless
like our bottle of pills,
like dreams
set on fire,
pain easing into us,
a welcome enemy
because we can mask it
with our Tylenol
and cheap addictions...
we can't sleep
with the taste of guilt
or anger
so we burn ourselves,
cauterizing
the flesh of the soulm
burning away
the bear trap
on our minds
that we like to call
ethics
and we let objectivism seep through
like nuclear waste
giving us
a cancer
that rattles our bones,
like a hawk
taking away our bodies;
we say death
is the end
because we're selfish
about time
like a currency
we track between nations,
so put your face
on a coin.
