The Third Coming

Illustration by Matthew Mohammed.


Colors there only to entice.

A deep bass that bounces through you wearily.

A row of bodies and bottles on the bathroom floor.

A heart attack at the tempo of the tunes.

A foreign tongue with red lips and sharp words.

A knuckle to a mouth that’s run on too long.

A stiff someone slumped beside you.

Nobody hears your voice.

 

Where is your mind tonight?

Is it between the laptop and books at your dorm?

Is it dormant in the blue sheets of your childhood bed?

Is it in that cheap hotel from a far-away memory 

You will not let go of? Is this the place 

To find what you are searching for?

Terrible as she breaks through the seams,

Fortitude and solitude are futile.

Baring a row of perfect teeth,

Eyes that shimmer in the red lights.

All you could ever want, she whispers.

You do not fight her paralytic gaze,

Taste the liquor on her breath and know

Your God left this place long ago.

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