FULL ARMOR/PLATE (SHE LOVES ME NOT) (still working on this one)

I can’t make you hang around.

I can’t find the pieces that can change things.

I can’t remember the things that should be—

fleeting memory and feeling

moving with the flow of time,

breaking down with everything else.

Soon I can rest.

So I can sit down.

The taste of blood in my mouth is rotten,

but will not always last.

My skeleton dances for those it does not see,

but can feel the vibrations deeply in marrow.

I lay here waiting,

wondering when.

Here is the planet where slaves slave

to pay masters who enslave slaves

to feed slaves.

What is this abomination of an ouroboros we live in?

May the flesh melt and the bone return.

Atomized into everything in existence—

anything, everywhere, all at once.

A mere walking enclosure of frozen atoms

the size of 171 million atomic bombs,

and that’s just one man with a mass of 150.