in the morning
before I die sweaty
ego less a face
a** up grabbing sheets
ghost I've become
pushing my finger
holes for eyes considering
oblivion
of always same hollow
hunting only wanted
the dark augmentation of
reality dissipation
& ablation internet sin where skin of
mine means nothing
but skin a removal
of surface for small talk
fined tuned simulacrum
w/ a dab pen vapor & prescription
klonopin I swallow to expose
just the waif you like to say precipitation
beats ground w/o erosion is to
ignore accumulation
& I let lust mean
nothing but what I could give
away it's evolution of ontology
what entities exist of me to you
other than wetness/a c*nt
& counting moments
I'm no longer at all
breasts weathered
between pretending
a phantom predicting
annual loss is not
exceeding all the nothing
I'll never
gain.