reality
keeps dealing
blunt force
trauma
and i feel
overly concussed
as black spots
erupt in my vision
and the walls
close in around me

a metallic tang
across my tongue
like licking
batteries
whenever the
weight of
fucking everything
magnifies and
coalesces around
my wheezing heart

if i could have
one superpower
i would turn invisible
and vanish without
a solitary trace
which feels optimal
for all involved

the logistics of
flight or superspeed
feel over wrought
with the need to
reduce friction
and possibility of
a bug piercing
your cornea to
erupt from the back
of your speeding skull

teleportation seems
too tricky to take into
account the earth and
it’s rotation without
popping up in the middle
of the goddamned ocean
or in the middle of
a mountain or tree

and invulnerability
doesn’t seem to include
the emotional spectrum
so i couldn’t even
fucking kill myself
to dull the pain
inherent in these
electrical storms
awash in chemicals
thundering in my brain

leaving me stuck
in a failing meat suit
suffocating on those
words left unsaid
just cognizant enough
to know i am the architect
of my own lingering demise