The decision to say no.
The retrogressive irregularities,
bleeding into reality.
I feel the earth turning on its axis.
One more cycle of depravity.
Who said anything in life was easy.
Who really understands the symptoms.
We call the number and divulge.
Render into a sad-assed study,
your most personal of details.
And in the end all is forgotten.
Discarded because it doesn’t fit the brief.