picnic talk

walk in my shoes
for long enough
and you'll burn
out, this
massive black hole
of self-depricative
ants...
walk one by one
by onebyonebyonebyone
and bite your toes,
little by little,
bit by bit,
so when everything's over
you get to see
and scratch
and feel and know
just how your skin
gets infected.
i could yell
i could scream
but it makes you
move not one inch,
as it's NOT MY LIFE
anymore.
no one cares.
not you.
not the ants,
not a single soul.
let's go marching
one by one,
hurrah,
hurrah.
the first will be
the same as
the last.

k.