Again
this go around feels like a loop
one screen after another
blaring
an alarm clock I can’t turn off
mornings sting
blue light and disinfectant
never finished
I’ve got charred bones
filthy skin
a rusty antenna
and blurred vision
I’m deflecting
plenty excuses
sorry
no sleep
sinking
on repeat
I’d be better off
if I had an anchor
no way to stop this thing
one big treadmill
perpetual motion
until the inevitable
crash landing