even in
the stillness of necessity
the ceaseless action
rifles through
absent damnation

the worldsphincter
collapses in
upon itself
to facilitate
the progression of error

she sat on the bench, mouthing along to the song filling her head, as the jackals crept through the brush

it wasn’t a singular event that led to her systemic crash, but the snarling heads that snapped morosely

in her despair, the words fell across the brown grass, leaving a trail of mushrooms that ringed the bench