rigor mortem

i feel myself becoming inanimate

i crouch down against the wall

i conjure a memory of you

it does the trick like prodding a fork into the electric socket

cheap thrills are rigor mortem

i hate dragging around this lifeless body sometimes

it’s so heavy

and i am in the center of your table, there isn’t any food on it

all i can hear is your glass clunk

why do you want to sit in the dark like that

you inhale and puff so silently

moonlight’s soft search light

i gleam

i know you can still see a fragment of me

what i want doesn’t matter