She addresses me in 62 minute
intervals.
I beg her to frequent my mind;
I am frightened
to have a clear head for too long.
I await her torture
and beg her to interrupt
my drug induced peace.

You have no chance
for redemption she coaxes,
cryptic messages have infiltrated

your mind for too long.
Aside from your eyes,
which used to dilate
when the sun died,
there is nothing
left of you

worth salvaging.
I beg her to stay
and condemn me more-
she says that I have to wait

until her next visit.
It’s impossible to navigate
through this slough
you call a body

she tells me.
I submerge
my head in water,
attempting to expunge
my stigma

no water can extinguish
ordained cessation.
Soon even she,
like the others will
vacate me.

Serena Spinello