Mutant

Stranded into a world

unimagined,

I find this life too nauseating.

before I can finish puking

all of my undigested rage and confusion,

I tripped and fell into an eternal ennui,

a space of blankness, grains of abysmal calmness fill.

I dig a black hole to engulf all this in a blink,

splitting a tiniest particle unfathomable to a naked eye.

Now,

for now,

I breath.

9.24.2020