The Swarm

I want to drown in neon lights and faux wood,

Accents of silver and smooth black tiles.

I want it to look like an android lives there,

Patiently counting days until it can kill me.

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I want to be stung by the essence of neon lights,

Of the foggy soul of a bleeding city at midnight.

I want the hoodie to be cheap and ground me

In the impossible place between here and there.

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Unleash me, please, into a jellyfish swarm,

The kind that frightens the ocean into stillness.

Let me taste the electricity of their hatred.

Let me taste the crumbs of their rapture.

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There would be no better place to die than stuck

Behind some one-way glass at the hands of my own

Creation that has learned its own little morality

Underneath the neon lights of judgment.