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i have less than nothing left

I found my plastic smile left broken down in the trash

I have no title to give this poem

My bones no longer want to keep this home

Everyone gets depressed in winter

I love how early the sun sets

Like a widowed veil, I miss her in summer

In swarmy bouts of praise, I have an itch to collapse

All the plastic smiles I feel around

Collide like a car crash, a fatal pile-up

I watch horrors that deal with deep traumas

They keep me from feeling nothing

They help me with

Knowing

Everything is nothing

If we are alone in the universe, its just as lonely to think we are being watched by an all-knowing God

My prayers like space dementia in the broken-keyboard air, space mocking our human plight

in a screamless blanket of nothing.