Sick

Elisa Lam is the black water

vanished behind the rafters

Peeking like a laughing ghoul with a lit up elevator

No, I am the black water Sick, so utterly sick

Of playing this weak game

Us

Life

Sick.

I regurgitate into myself I drain and dip and steep like the most common tea

So rich like a dead moor

A swamp thing without any love door

Closed. Damned. Forgotten.

I'msosick Infected work with a bloated fly

I was Elisa Lam

Heartbroken and Alive

She is a miniature Alice

Crumbs that take her up like an elevator

In a sick, gargantuan cloud

Of sweet potato-lightning-darling pie