#NPM Day 5- Fragmented Reality

#NationalPoetryMonth

Prompt: Sundry fragments

TW: Mortality themes

#1

My apartment is a large storage closet,

filled with the remnants of my old life.

The castle of deciding what accompanies me in this next

best

adventure

has me wondering

if I can burn it all down to the ground

and pray there is no exodus from the current.

#2

The open tabs of my computer are representative of my brain.

Unorganized.

Repeats of the same tabs,

scrolled to different parts of the page,

processed at different times,

plain forgotten at others.

Afraid of closing any for fear of having to start the

open-

scroll-

process-

process

over

again.

#3

What I put into my mouth is healthier than what I put into my Being.

For one, I die daily

and for the other,

death is instantaneous.

And it is delicious.