Hell is ‘O’

Hell
is ‘o’
Hell’o’_
Simple: sell the kids
for food
\black is now grey
and white is dead /
wash my skin / oh no \
i am human once again
How time eats ass
and memories feed mouths
i hate my head again
inside i took years
to wash myself
now I am filthy again
Once again i am sad
but to be sure
i kept myself home
when i went outside
Best to keep jewels
inside the velvet cloth
besides my scrotum bag
Once more the silence crept,
on dusty shelves
where thoughts slept
My eyes, they crack like
brittle glass—
another day, another mask
I sold my smile for sheltering nights
beneath the stars,
where love takes flight
But shadows hum inside my chest,
no peace, no pause, no place to rest
Hell’o’ friend, the mirror cracks
I see you there, behind my back
Wash me clean? Too late to try
The jewels rot, and so do I.

:: 10.12.2024 ::