Ouroboros
broken volume buttons
yellow tape over
faded trail markers
I can’t take this blindfold off
feel my wrist welded to my ankle
there’s no reset
the breadcrumbs got blurry
even the shine turned dull
it’s a slow boil over
dizzy and tired
same old cycle
water spinning in new lungs
a shredded veil
back when I was quicker
all I needed was
a faded paper map
now my compass swerves hazy
thick heavy molasses
sticky and sluggish
I crawl like tar
or childhood tree sap
I know I’m in a hole
unless it’s a carousel
either way I’m naked
I need something sharp
clear permanent directions
all the warmth
and more armor