they still whisper near
the river spinning tales of tomorrow -
prod my soul and its
ruins. i am a caricature of
my previous self before i went
to face the slaughter. it is simple.
it is perhaps something more than
what i imagined for myself. i am
unfortunate enough to devastate
myself with myself above
they ask me
what it is like to be alive
in such a time like this.
i'm not sure how to answer yet.