Sulphuric Airbag

I inhale again

Taking another clean incision cut

From my mini mortal timeline.

Limiting my lifetime,

To a piechart of another slithering percentage lost.

At what cost?

To keep the economy clogging on?

Plodding on until ALL the petrols gone?

I mean I can’t fucking breathe out here.

But I guess you don’t care about me, son.

Blink

And every single species will be gone.

Mark my sulphur stung and wheezy words.

Until every chance we had, has gone.

Easy Tiger

I feel a drumming in my chest

I hear the hum when you undress

Me and my awful PTSD

That battle roars inside of me

Take a bullet (for the Valentine)

Just give it a shot

Stop biting the bullet

Reacting to triggers

Won’t let you reach it.

Take one for the team

Let down your guard

Let him write love

In your Valentine card.