“Steri-Phim”

Green...brown...amber...grey.

I see these colors blend together on the side of the highway as we zoom to where we need to be. These are the colors that hide the bodies of all the regrets I have. Flesh on the highway. Roadside funerals that no one gives a fuck about. I die a little each time.

I cry silently, without irrigation, just to no collapse under the weight of my insides. My mind is a clusterfuck of blistered skin, tears, anger & regret. It’s like jogging with a lead skeleton. Nothing takes the sting off. Nothing.

If only I could slump down into the trench of diluted hope and fantastical views. I can’t. I see the world clearly, dark, cold...devoid of the simplicity of dreams.

My dreams are outlined in chalk, surrounded by police tape & being transported to the coroner’s office for in depth investigation.