The alarm screams nine... but the clock says three... Sunlight bleeds through cracks... And burns like bleach... The sheets weld to my skin like second-degree guilt, Pills rattle the desk - tomorrow's broken teeth. Voicemail blinks 21 - a monument to silence, While the fridge hums requiems in B-flat. Dust gathers on the windows, a shroud for the light, And the shadows stretch long, whispering my plight. I have never... needed so much to disappear, I have never... let the dust become my biography, The shower's been crying for weeks, And I... just watch the tiles yellow. My reflection's grown a hazmat suit, Bathroom mirror fogged with expired breath. The plants died standing at attention, Even cockroaches write me eviction notes. The air thickens with the weight of unspoken words, And the silence wraps around me like a shroud of swords. The couch springs map constellations... I canceled the pizza... to argue with smoke detectors... Emails fossilize in my outbox like amber, While sirens outside sing someone else's emergency. My shadow's started taking shifts without me, Clocking in... when I.......................... clock... out. The walls close in, a gallery of regrets, And the echoes of laughter are my only threats. I have never... needed so much to disappear, I have never... let the dust become my biography, The shower's been crying for weeks, And I... just... Forgot the verb for want. The ceiling fan draws lazy nooses in the dust, While my phone lights up with ghosts of "We should talk". I counted seventeen cracks in the bathroom tile One for every year I’ve been losing count. The microwave’s hum is the closest thing to prayer, And the garbage bags sigh when I walk past their stare. The microwave clock... is the last thing... That still blinks at me... with... hope...
