like drinking
orange juice after
a two day fast
how the acid
begins churning
rising until
a whiff of hades
tickles the back
of your throat
a burning pit
consumes your
internal organs
blackened bones
and embers in
the ash glowing
nothing seems to
distract me from
the swirling cosmos
of chaotic malaise
not the snowflakes
nor the frigid
winds of impending
hopelessness blowing
just the magma
and the sadness

is the world
gone gray
or am i colorblind
with delusions
of differing shades?

i can’t recall
dissociating
my way through
a thursday
uncertain and
mostly uncaring
in a blizzard of
my own torment