afternoons seem to drown in nothingness and along with them, my psyche— fogginess, sluggishness, fighting them all to create — to desiccate, to split this nothing into its component particles and antiparticles
my own private ATLAS experiment in the intimacy of my bed
hot coffee, hot chocolate, hot showers — the water washes away the filth but not my filthy thoughts — nothingness follows my to-ing and fro-ing through ethereal threads on waves of tedium with the docility of a bottle cap
nothingness preys on me, a grin unveiling its teeth up to the gingival margins—my camouflage washed away in the shower, so I stand my ground in a ravenous evolutionary arms race
coming from nothing, I dive heart first into meaning and the corporeal.
© Lola Sense 2021
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