painfully loud
slammed by
reverberations
confined inside
a bone sarcophagus
echoed screeches
highlighting
the dichotomy
where velvety voices
scream nightterrors
through the hollows
in this calamitously
packed meat prison
percolating pockets
of carefully cultivated rot

i was never real
a simulacrum forged
from the incessantly
listless longing left
overly refracted in
fractured flailings
the decimals rounded
down and out into
the ones and zeros
redirecting reality
into a river of sodden
corpses eversinking
settled in the silt
of sunken declarations
left to linger lost
in past tense currents