Be eaten by your mold

like mold, you spread through white walls
only moisture of your breath … no fresh air …
inside a plastic cage of 20-meter square

black dots … in the corner, unnoticed at first …
inhaling your sweat in order to survive …
but what I am surviving for … I am not alive

I watch death’s eyes on my ceiling every day
expanding toxic blackness through light wallpaper
… I sleep … I eat … I live … in stock’s vapour …

you’ve sentenced me to poisons in your feces
impermeable prisons … gray blocks and some drugs
to color our days … surrounded by cockroaches and other bugs

you give me money to pay for mold that kills me
in order to survive … I saw you piss on a homeless guy …
so fuck you and instead of me, in this mold, you in pain die

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. That’s a really intense poems.

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    1. Thanks, I try to … after all we do live in intense times … or at least I do 🙂

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