C'est fini

Her pain might be collective:
she suffers, he suffers,
do you suffer too?

The hermetic texts,
the ragged words,
I salute your stupidities
& hidden claws.

I am wearing my most decent dress
& as I sit here, I draw, I doodle,
I hate everything more.

It is an inflammation.
The wound keeps on talking
to me about your displaced insanity.

Can't take that anymore.
C'est fini.

alexis 2014