isolation // the quell of peace

isolation

i’ve finally decided

to shave my legs

give the laziness

a rest

feel the blade

scrape over pink flesh

gliding over skin

imagine

the peeling

my knees hurt

from praying

for someone

to say something

to me

even in a world with

bored

gray

souls

no one talks

the quell of peace

i feel a small terror quell the peace inside me,

as if peace were a thing that bubbles through your mouth

and washes over the city of your flesh and curves.

and i wish i was more

than this dissolving

in acid.

the world is ending, and i too burn

beneath the stench of a city that lays in its own filth.

the ground rumbles and your knees shake.

we all fall through the floor, and break bones in hell.