i_ain't_wasting_no_more_time raze every day a little more of me goes away. skin and hair cells slough off. synapses are slower to fire. there's a little less to drink from the reservoir. my reflection in the stream is harder to come by. time accelerates. time is a subway system high above the city. a network of beige tunnels and gun metal grey tracks carrying cars that hurtle through the sky at a hundred miles an hour. that might not sound like much, but try moving that fast on your own two feet. the engineer is busy acting out some kinky fantasy with his understudy. he isn't going to get me where i want to be. he isn't even paying attention. so no one's too surprised when the windows blow out and death is just an inch away. maybe less. maybe it's right there, just out of frame. i want to take everything and shove it into my mouth and eat it, all of it, to make it a part of me on some bone-deep molecular level. to swallow it whole so it feels wrong and doesn't go all the way down right away. so every bit of everything has time to slide into all the empty spaces i've been saving just for this. 210818 what's it to you? who go blather from