rust and rust runoff
metal sky the day through
and the body curves and twists as steel
and screech as gauze
iron wool stuffed in eye sockets
this is hard and getting harder
how the world crushes or
how I allow myself to be
crushed without vigour to escape or
without knowing how or
without being
able to or
with being in a tangle of
data and shards of
whatever is
everything broken up
Owllight 