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SoteriaThey told me I would be dead by twenty. That's okay; I don't want to live my life counting sheep anyway. They tell me there is no god, and I accept the silence and the fact that I will never walk on the sky. I wake up every day at 4:09 am [the lights are always too bright] and they tell me every single time today's the day, today's the day you're gonna die.Soteria by Sjetiska
The clock-radio is blinking at me furiously, yelling in my mother's shrill voice to get up get up, today is the day! Every morning it's the same. But today really is the day. It is two years before my use-by-date, but this stench has been following me.
How do you spend your last waking day, knowing that by tomorrow you'd be gone? You can drink all your memories and rejoice or regret. I'm writing my obituary, in case my father wants to say he loved me, and I loved kittens because I was such a good person. I'm trying to come up with last words, but no one is going to hear them. I'll shout them out the window; le
The human immune systemThe human immune system by im-diogenes
this is war: ill and remote
i cannot stand it.
i see battling blood cells in carpark zombies -
poor babes cannot breathe in yellow
lard streams. their exasperated tears
cause cotton to dampen
a headless high.
restless, i feel the quiet discomfort
of unwashed toes. they never grow -
stagnant and stubborn. apathetic,
they are a bored grandpa with a shrinking tv
who believes he can count pores
on unshaved faces. really,
it's the final pull of graveyard dust to the
i wonder what it's like
[i know nothing of science]
to be one of twenty cancaning sea-men,
wooden-limbed and glass-eyed
almost too well in time.
i've heard it said
that if you replace more than two-fifths of a man
then he remains a man, just not the same.
now this overflow.
like when your eyes are hot and tired
and, with certainty, you turn
expecting a figure where a bin and bush stand.
they are uncomfor