Ripen Fester

Dragging my body to the sound of the white light It hums in melancholic pulses Rendering any glitches that may appear Eyes cannot focus on what lies ahead Only gnawed off faces leaving tracers Picking up rejected pieces in the creases Hidden away to avoid any life that wanted to leave It is not an option anymore Ivory chains holding high the remains As I reach the glare of content despair Head down, I purposely drown Sleeping delicately in the crevice of this ripen fester