for what it's worth

THE UNDOING OF

(for all our hauntings.)

ACT I
THE BRITTLE VENEER OF A TRANSLUCENT FAÇADE.

SUPPRESS AND SUPPRESS AND SUPPRESS AND
SWALLOW THAT LUMP DOWN YOUR THROAT
THOUGH THE ACID BILE RISING IS ONE THAT BURNS
YOUR TONGUE AGAINST THE ROOF OF YOUR MOUTH
AND BITING OF LIPS UNTIL THERE'S THAT ALL SO
FAMILIAR METALLIC TASTE YET ANOTHER TIME
BUT ALL THEY SEE IS A STILL-FRAME
YET ALL IT REALLY IS CRUSHES FROM WITHIN

ACT II
THE SLOW ASPHYXIATION OF A SILENCED SCREAM.

INHALES AND INHALES AND INHALES AND
EXHALES CAN'T EVER SEEM TO COME EASY
ITS A SPLIT OF A MILLISECOND AND ITS
A FISSURE OF A TISSUE THAT'S BEING RIPPED
AND TORN STRAND BY STRAND FROM YOUR
VERY CHEST BUT THE RISING TIDAL WAVE
THAT THREATENS TO CRASH YOU OVER AND
CONSUME YOU IS INSURMOUNTABLE AS EVER
BUT THE SCREAM FOR HELP LODGED IN
YOUR THROAT CAN'T SEEM TO ESCAPE

ACT III
THE ABYSMAL VOID OF A CRUSHING GRAVITY.

THUMP AND THUMP AND THUMP AND
HEARTBEATS THAT HAMMER IN YOUR EARDRUMS
AND THESE LUNGS OF WEIGHTED MERCURY
OF GRASPS AND VICES OF STOLEN OXYGEN
THE VOID THAT FILLS IS  STILL A VOID
BUT IT'S WEIGHT THREATENS TO DROWN
ENCOMPASSING THE ABYSS WITH A GRAVITY
THAT ENDLESSLY DRAGS FURTHER
THESE BREATHS ARE FUTILE AFTER ALL

ACT IV
THE RICOCHETING ECHO OF A ENDLESS SCREAM.

REMEMBER AND REMEMBER AND REMEMBER AND
THESE SCENES THAT PLAY OUT BEFORE YOU
ARE THE ONES IMPRINTED BENEATH EYELIDS
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND COLOURS DANCE LIKE
NEON STROBES OF BLINDING FLUORESCENCE
THESE WHISPERS OF NEVER NEVER NEVER
ARE THE ONES THAT RICOCHET IN THE SILENCE
SILENCE THEM YOU BEG BUT IN THEIR
ENDLESS ECHOES LOUD AS THUNDERCLAPS
ELECTRICITY CRACKLES AND BURNS IN
YOUR BLOODSTREAM AND IN THE HAZE OF
THE CACOPHONY OF IT ALL YOU HEAR YOUR OWN
YOU WILL NEVER NEVER NEVER

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(a/n): this one's a little overwhelming. all caps & absence of punctuation in text intended. it's a very visceral ride for me. wbu? lmk what u think!!!