don’t freak me out

by Lucia Pieto

o pitiful soul trapped in darkness

you’ve been wandering around the drugstore stoned out of your mind for 45 minutes

passing the same goo and liquor candy

picking up 3 energy drinks

to simulate algor mortis

and cool your dead body

You live your life by repeating numbers

pushed forward by 111 222 and so on

Which you think aid in some illumination

Riding around town with an urge to destroy

Just because someone with taste like yours

Has taken a $2.00 lighter

And set you on fire

You are completely annihilated

But only when you try to resist the annihilation

You pick up the last stick of gum buried at the bottom of your bag

to use it like a four leaf clover